Plan A: Launch the Float Tube Cumberland in Woods Lake. After coffee at Cooks Station, I got to Woods Lake at 0830 only to find waves on the lake. Waves at 0830 meant bigger waves and more wind as the day went on.
OK, Plan B: Park in the Woods Creek access lot and walk down to the creek. Followed a couple of guys down the path (I've never made it all the way to the creek) to where the creek enters the lake. That would be Caples Lake. Made my way upstream (note to self, next time bring machete) to a spot where I could actually put the line in the water. That would be the two pictures below.
|The Creek Upstream|
|The Creek Downstream|
|Purple Lupin, I think|
Plan C: After much frustration with Woods Creek and it's access I got back into the truck and headed downhill. As I passed Caples Lake I noticed that even though the wind was blowing, it seemed calm on the sandy side of the spillway. Got my fly rod and a Tungsten Bead Head Thin Mint, walked over the dam, and found a place where I could get a good back swing with out catching trees or shrubs. As I approached the lake and as is the standard for this lake, the wind now blew straight into my face.
So I would wait for the wind to calm, cast, strip, and wait for the next calm period. While waiting for the next calm period I noticed the guy standing on the spillway dam and it seemed that the wind was from his back. OK, I'll walk over there and fish from the spillway dam. As I approached the steps, he was coming down mumbling about the wind being in his face all morning...See, that lake is evil.
Plan D: Back in the truck to check out a little creek I just noticed this very morning. It's just up the road from the Silver Lake Dam and running pretty good. I think they call it Oyster Creek and claim there aren't any fish in it. I'll see for myself. Parked, couldn't find an access, drove across the road to another parking spot only to find a "No Trespassing - No Fishing" sign. Drove a little further back up the road to another dirt road and followed it for several miles on almost 4 wheel drive terrain. I was at the point where I was looking for a turn around spot when I dropped out into a big meadow and there was a campground with vault toilets, motor homes, and campers galore. I don't know if they came in the same way I did, but if they did, I applaud them. I did run into a Ranger and asked about creeks and he suggested I go to the creek below Silver Lake Dam.
Plan E: The creek below Silver Lake Dam. I first fished right up against the dam and scored the first fish of the day. He looked a lot like this one, could have even been this ones brother or sister (don't want to be politically incorrect).
|A Small Pool|
|Much Bigger Rocks|
As I mentioned on the 3rd, next outing is Tuesday with my friend Glenn. To tell you the truth, I think (from his recent email) he's a little nervous. That's OK, I'll take care of him. Hehehe.