Thursday, August 18, 2011

Fishing Is Like An Ice Cream Cone

Fishing is like an ice cream cone, once you think you've got it licked, it drips all over you. To put it another way, just when you think you've got the key, somebody changes the lock.

Tuesday I thought I had the key to Bear River Reservoir. Today, somebody changed the lock.

Picked up my neighbor Roy and headed up to Bear River Reservoir for another day of, how did I phrase it on Tuesday? "A little sit on my butt fishing". Yes, that was it.

Stopped at Cooks Station for coffee and got there at the same time (0815). Sat on the same rock as Tuesday. Fished in the same approximate area and caught nothing. Well, that's not entirely true. I did catch one Rainbow about 14 inches, but that was it for the day. No more bites and Roy didn't get any either. A guy I met last year sat in the spot that the guy next to me was in Tuesday. He fished the same places and used the same bait (crawlers) and he got skunked too.

So, what was different today, than two days ago? I've already told you. Somebody changed the lock. I don't know....... Fishing Gods hate me today? I bought coffee instead of Roy? That's what he says because he always buys. I had a light blue t-shirt on instead of dark blue? Who knows. Tis the way of the fishing nomad.

So, instead of continuing to whine about how crappy the fishing is in Northern California (the forums will back me up), I'll just show you pictures of our new babies.

This is Jasmine.

This is Sophie.

Jasmine is a prim and proper little girl and Sophie is a tomboy who has adopted Jasper. Where Jasper goes, so goes Sophie. Well, he needed some company since we lost Smudge and I guess he got more than he asked for.

Till next time.



  1. To bad about the fishing. Beautiful cats. My cat is busy teaching me new tricks, like how to get milk out of the fridge for her, or a piece of cheese.

  2. Just got rid of my daughter and her two cats...let the dancing commence.

  3. Mark
    Been there---did you check the wind direction, out the east the fish bite the least, out of west fish bite the best--you never know, that what makes fishing so interesting.