Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Sheriff and Bear River

Thanks for the comments from the post about trout recipes. Nice to know that I'm not the only one who has a wife that "wings it" when she cooks. There aren't any lingering questions, so I'll get on with this post.

I mentioned Glenn the retired Sheriff in the June 28th post. Well, I had a chance to meet Glenn this morning. He and his family were camping (that's motor home camping) up at Bear River Reservoir. I hit the road at 0700 and stopped at Cooks for coffee. Had planned to meet Glenn at 0830, but got there 45 minutes early and he was ready to go. I stopped at the resort store on the way through and picked up a box of mini-crawlers. I was surprised, that after the 4th weekend that they had any left, but they did.

Glenn and I drove over to the dam and set out 3 rods of mini-crawlers under bobbers. Wasn't long before Glenn hooked up. Then a second one and so forth. All the bigger ones must have been caught, because all we caught were ones about 9". Glenn did have one on that was a pretty good size, but it managed to spit the hook before he could land it.

We had a good 3 hours or so to yak and get to know each other and managed to catch 10 or so trout for 15 mini-crawlers. Since we released all we caught, I think the trout made out the best. We also tried a few Panther Martins, Kastmasters, and even a Rapala, but the worms worked best.

I dropped Glenn back off at the motor home about 11:30 when the bite stopped and said we'd touch base about hitting Red Lake and Caples Lake in the near future. I think he's liking this retirement thing.

That's about it for today. More socialing than fishing, really. Off to Southern California on Friday. Not taking the lap top, so I'll probably not post until I get back, then I'll tell you all about it.

Till then.

Mark (Shoreman)


  1. I often find that fishing with live or real bait is better than artificial stuff. Point in case, I was fishing with bread yesterday and bagged me four nice size bluegill. Wouldn't have bagged those biguns with a beetle spin.

  2. Not too shabby at all. Shoreline conversation with a good friend can make the difference. Big fish at another time perhaps. Best wishes to the sheriff and his retirment.