So, with little expectation I drove up the hill this morning. Made my usual stop at Cooks for coffee, but let me make a note here that what used to be a 10 minute trip from the old house to Cooks, now takes me 30 minutes. What used to be about 5 miles is now 27 miles. There seems to be some disadvantage to living in town. ALTHOUGH, come Winter, fishing downcountry is going to be a breeze.
That said, I made my first stop at Bear River Reservoir. Since nobody is talking, I didn't know what the water level was going to be and was pleasantly surprised to find quite a bit. It wasn't May levels, but more like late August/early September levels.
Still nursing a bum foot, I did find a nice, flat spot not too far from the water. See below.
|Not so far from the water|
|Those to my left|
|The dam over yonder|
Then everybody left, leaving my by my lonesome.
|Only the lonely remained.|
One of the two young men started pulling in fish after fish. What the hell? So I hobbled over to see what he was using. I was stopped by some invisible force field fifty feet from where they were. I guess what they were using was a secret.
That said, they were kind enough to tell this poor, hobbling old fart what they were using, but swore me to secrecy. It was one of those cut your palm and slap palms with the other guy kind of blood oath thing, BUT NOW I KNOW.
So I went home skunked, but as Arnold said "I'll be back".