He was probably the 12th person I talked with that knew this "secret" lake. Guess it's not so secret after all.
0700 this morning I headed up the hill with a stop for coffee and crawlers at the Shell station in Pioneer. This time I looked at the crawlers and made sure they were alive and they were.
Got to secret lake #3 which is now and forever know as (name removed to protect the innocent) just before 0800. Since it's not so secret, might as well call a spade a spade. I walked over to the inlet and set one rod up with a white Power Egg and a crawler (and a little air) on a slip sinker rig and put it out some 50 feet.
Then I rigged up my little Okuma with the smallest hook I had, the smallest split shot, and stuck a cricket on the hook. Yes, a cricket purchased from Petco yesterday after shopping.
Interesting story about purchasing crickets at Petco. Walked in the door and asked the girl at the counter if I could get some crickets. She asked if I wanted 7, 14, or 30. Oh, definately 30. She pointed below where I was standing and there was a blown up bag with a 30 on it and a small black spot on the bottom, inside. I guess there were 30 microscopic crickets in the bag, but I sure couldn't see them. Then I asked her if they had some big enough to fit on a fishing hook. She made a call and I walked out with the same size bag, but with crickets I could see.
First cricket out and fish on! Now I realize that this picture below looks like a minnow, but that's because it looks like I took the picture from a half mile away. I was just standing up when I took the shot. The fish was actually around 9 inches.
|First fish of the day|
|Second fish of the day|
Three fish on the first three crickets. Man, was I stoked and just as fast as I was up, the bite came crashing down. 0830 and I'd already landed 3 nice browns. The next one came an hour and a half later (1000). I had stopped with the crickets and went with a crawler, then half a crawler because the other half flew out into the lake, but half a crawler was all I needed. It was another 12 incher and went on the stringer. Then in the next half hour while fighting off a zillion meat bees, I managed one more on a cricket, but put it back as it was another 9 incher. I packed up my stuff and made a dash for the truck. For some reason they followed almost all the way to the truck. Must have been the Power Bait I dabbed behind my ears.
OK, the stringer. I'm collecting a half dozen or so browns for the smoker and had hoped to get a limit (5) today, but I'll have to go another day. I cleaned them and after they freeze, I'll get the Food Saver out and vacuum them till I can get a couple more. Smoked Brown Trout. That ought to be good.
Maybe I'll force myself to run up there once more this week. It's not even as far as Bear River Reservoir. I'll let you know.