As I drove up the hill (after coffee, of course) I passed Bear and when I looked at Silver thought it a bit low, so I continued to Caples. Parked in the lot by the spillway and after grabbing my gear, walked up and over the dam.
What was calm in the parking lot was 10 to 15 mph sustained on the lake, in your face. I figured I could set up with my line into the wind rather than across it causing big bows in the line.
Now I know the pictures below don't look very windy, but trust me, it was.
|To the right of where I was sitting|
|Almost straight across|
|The dam in the back of the picture|
|Splash on the beach|
OK, so I'm a glutton for punishment. Remember I've not caught any Brook Trout in two years and for the last seven trips here I only have nine little Cutthroats for my troubles. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could snag a Brookie or two out of the area the two kayakers caught a couple in, last week.
Did I catch any Brookies? Of course not, BUT I did catch a bunch of those little Cutts like the one below. At least I think it's Cutt. It didn't have any color on the gills, but looked like one.
One last thing. I found a small red/white bobber for the window sill and another GOLF BALL. What's with the golf balls and lakes? I think that makes eyght (there I go again, sorry) I've found.
I guess that's a wrap. Tomorrow I'm sanding walls in the sewing room. FYI, we are remodeling the wife's sewing room. Took all the wall paper and unfinished molding off the walls and removed the carpet on the floor. When were done, it will be repainted, new molding, base board, laminate flooring, and all new furniture. It'll be the sewing room she's always wanted.