This Was Not Friday The 13th

Last Friday when Yuki and I attacked Lake Camanche, it was sunshine, blue skies, and warm. I know those of you back East are not familiar with that word (warm), but I have the deepest sympathy for you and hope the Siberian Express breaks soon.

The plan was for Yuki and I to hit the same spot the big Rainbows came out of last Friday. Yuki had to pass due to a bad tooth and a run in with an Endodontist yesterday, so I went it alone.

There was nothing sunshine and blue skies about the lake today. Foggy, cold, and damp was the weather, but I wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop me.

I got to the lake at 9:00, geared up the Float Tube Cumberland and headed out. The picture below is from a little cove to the right of the launch ramp. I figured I'd flipper around it and see if anything was shaking. There wasn't anything shaking, so I moved out to the lake and headed toward the cove we usually fish. 

The truck from the cove

 Once I got out in open water, you can see how cold and foggy it really was.

Just out into the lake

I didn't go very far beyond the cove as I wanted to work the black/pink Wooly Bugger (I'll get into that later) up and down that area. I spent a good couple hours flippering back and forth, but to no avail. There wasn't a fish in sight.

At 10:30 I called it a day and flippered back to launch. Once loaded up, I went over to the marina and got big cup of coffee and a Blueberry muffin. I drove over to our spot and with two lines of Power Bait out, devoured the muffin and sucked down the coffee. Nothing like a little food to perk up your spirits. Unfortunately, lifted spirits didn't produce fish, one. I did give it a good two hours, but it was destine to be a fishless day. One would have thought that with the Trout Derby tomorrow there would have been scads of fish there, but I guess not or at least not where I was fishing.  
    

Yuk

At 1:00 I called it. I'd spent enough time wet, cold, and miserable for one day. I think that next time I'll try the pink/black Wooly Bugger (I've undubbed the name for lack of attracting fish) at the Trout Pond.