I've been wanting to take a drive upcountry and see what shape the lakes were in for opening day of the General Trout Season (not that that makes any difference fishing lakes) on the 26th, but a lot of people don't fish until then.
I drove by Bear River Reservoir. The resort is still closed and the gate still locked so if I wanted to fish there I would have to walk down to the lake. Don't get me wrong, it's not the walk in, it's the walk out.
Silver Lake was open so I buzzed on by and headed to Caples Lake. It was a dual purpose trip because the fly club is having a fish out there sometime next month and I wanted to see if it was fishable. Apparently not.
|Caples Lake at the dam|
|By the dam too|
|Back toward the spillway|
|Closer to the spillway|
Went to pay the parking fee ($5.00). there were no envelopes and the payment slot covered with a black plastic bag. Cool free fishing.
I had to clear away the downed branches so I could park in my usual spot, grabbed my gear, and walked the short distance to the lake.
|Still a little white around the edges.|
|White that way too.|
|Even right next to where I sat.|
|You know this spot, been here before|
|A little sparkle off the water.|
With my posterior firmly planted in the red Coleman Camping Chair I waited. I didn't wait long. At 0905 the rod tip started wiggling (very technical fishing term) a little. It wasn't much, in fact I wasn't even sure it was a bite. So I let it wiggle, four, five, six times and then set the hook.
At first I wasn't sure there was anything on the line and then it felt like a fish. OK, I'm good with that. Then the closer to shore it got the harder it fought. Then when it saw the net it went like a streak of lightning straight out. After a good couple minutes of coaxing it toward the net I finally got it in the net.
The picture below was what was in the net.
|19" holdover Rainbow|
So I'm sitting there waiting for the next fish and something BIG swooped over my head. I swung around in time to see this Bald Eagle land in the tree behind me.
|Tried to get a better picture.|
|Got it on the third try.|
As the day progressed, the wind increased which brings us to the title of this post.
|Note how calm the lake is.|
Then as I was hauling a very soggy chair back up the rock, the wind tried to blow both my fishing rods into the water. By then, I'd had enough of wind, cold, and "fishing" equipment out of the lake. Did I mention how cold the water in the lake was? I didn't have my thermometer with me, but my hands were almost frozen by that time.
I threw my wet chair over my shoulder (now my hoodie was wet too), grabbed all my gear, and headed back to the truck. Didn't get skunked, but could have liked a couple more of those. There's always next time.