Friday, February 20, 2015

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.  
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. 


  1. I've got to hand it to you Mark. I'd have seen the fog and been gone!

  2. 30 degrees is warm, Mark. :) At least you were a trooper and tried to beat out the skunk. It really is quite remarkable what a little food can do to ya mid day. Very jealous you're out there and fishing.

  3. My guess would be that the cold and damp effected fish, too. In my experience, if you would have had a hit it would have been one of those shoulder breaker's cause that fish or fishes aren't sipping bugs. Their going to hammer it.

  4. Good to see you out in the Cumberland. I'm counting the days to when I can launch my tube.