The day didn't begin as a fishing trip. The plan was to meet my Son in El Dorado Hills and see the new Star Trek movie. Somehow our wires got crossed, as sometimes wires do, and instead of the movie starting at 9:00am, it didn't start until 11:30am. Being the busy person he is, he couldn't stay until 11:30, so he went back to work and I went fishing. Believe me, he would rather gone fishing too.
So I took off up Highway 50 to Jenkinson Lake. Some call it Sly Park Lake and some Jenkinson. The official name is Jenkinson. I've always called it Sly Park Lake, but then I used to live up there and it is on Sly Park Road. Last report I read said they were catching Rainbows, Browns, and Mackinaw off the shore near the dam. They were catching them on Kastmasters in silver/blue. Well, I threw the usual array of lures out and didn't see a fish. Rainbow Power Bait on a slip sinker rig didn't produce anything either. I tried silver, gold, and silver/blue Kastmasters, silver and gold Panther Martins, bronze/burgandy and silver blue Little Cleo, all three colors of Sonic Rooster Tails, Tasmanian Devil, and even a jointed Rapala in German Brown color. Didn't get so much as a follow up.
So, since the fish were not biting, I decided to ply you with pictures. One regular and one closer. Here you go.
I wanted to get a picture of the "Glory Hole" but low and behold, it was gone. If you are not familiar with this term, it is a circular hole where the water drops down 20 feet or so and then runs out the spillway on the back of the dam. Now they've made it a spillway from the lake side under the road and out the back. When the lake was full, the Glory Hole was really cool. Too bad.
That's it for today. Till next time, remember: "A bad day fishing is better than any day at work".
That is some beautiful country!ReplyDelete
Either the fish were out of sync or the fishing reports were a bit tainted. Goodness, you threw everything but the kitchen sink. Happy hook ups the next time, my friend.ReplyDelete