Arrived at Caples at 0830 and planned to fish the sandy side of the spillway, but after a pit stop drove over to the dead tree. I didn't include any pictures because you've seen them all several times before.
Two hours of floating a mini-crawler off the bottom with a couple of white Power Eggs and a little injected air, then a mini-crawler under a bobber, and soaking rainbow Power Bait with out a look, I packed up and decided to fish a new place. First choice was the near side of the dam because I haven't fished there in about three years.
Of course the place I wanted to fish was filled so I passed by and went out to the tip of the peninsula. I've never fished here before and the only thing I could see that was detrimental was the depth of the water. It was a bit shallow out about fifty feet.
Now the problem you have when you fish with a bobber and it's windy (it's always windy at Caples) is keeping the bobber in the water and not hugging the shore. I solved this problem by fishing with the wind behind me. It's so simple even a caveman could do it.
With a mini-crawler under a bobber on one rod and rainbow Power Bait on the other, I parked in the red camping chair, in the sun. It was a bit nippy up there (elevation 7806) this morning and the sun felt good. Since I hadn't been in this part of the lake (it would be considered half way to the back of the lake) I snapped a bunch of shots for your viewing pleasure. I'll let the captions explain where and what they are.
|Directly behind where I was sitting|
|OK, I think you have this one.|
|That little spot of beige to the left of center is the public launch.|
|From the tip of the peninsula to the back of the lake|
|Still a little snow way up high (around 9000 ft)|
|Back toward the resort on the other side of the peninsula|
|The dam (not to be confused with the spillway)|
|Just a rocky mountain face. Note not many trees up there.|
At 12:30 I was hungry enough to pack up and head down the road a couple miles to Kirkwood Inn (where Juan and I ate when he was up) for a burger and fries with plans to come back for another go. When I got there, they had some construction going on inside and the only way to get anything to eat was via the patio and it was so crowded with tourists I just passed. I could drive all the way home and eat in the time it would have taken to get something from them and probably better for me than a greasy burger and fries too.
That's it, one hookup and a fumbled fight. maybe next time.