Well, It Didn't Work

I emailed Yuki that there was a big todo on local Channel 3 about the DFW dragging a bunch of kids up to Silverfork and throwing a bunch of trout in the creek. They usually plant at the 8 mile bridge and I thought it would be "shooting fish in a barrel" so I asked if he wanted to go. Unfortunately he was tied up until late next week, so it was was tossup whether I wanted to go to Silverfork, Silver Lake, or try the "secret" way at Bear River. I chose Bear River.

When I got there it was void of people.   

See, nobody home

I backed my truck as close to the dam as I could.

I put one rod out with rainbow Power Bait and snuggled up next to the dam with "3" and the secret hookup. Then I went and got my 6 wt because I couldn't get a cast out more than about 3 feet. It was a tad windy, but just enough to make casting "3" difficult.

Snuggled up right over there.

With the 9' 6wt I could get the "secret" rig out about 25 feet. Sometimes size does matter. I got several drive-bys, but no takers. So I nixed that and put a Red Naked Lady under an indicator. Here too, I got drive-bys, but no takers. Red was supposed to be the magic color.  

Then I tried the pink/black Wooly Bugger and a black Crystal Bugger, but nothing. By then the wind had picked up sufficiently that a cast usually landed at my feet so I gave up on the fly rod and went to a second rod with the "Cal Trans" rig.

You might have forgotten what the "Cal Trans" rig is, but to refresh your memory, it is orange, white, and chartreuse Power Eggs on a #6 bait hook. Hey, I was willing to try anything at this point. On the other rod I put on some fresh Power Bait with some Pro-Cure Sweet Corn scent. After a while I refreshed again this time with Garlic.

I finally pulled in one rod and on my little Okuma I started with a gold Kastmaster, switched to silver, and finally the pink one. On the third cast I hooked up, FINALLY.

Then the unthinkable happened. As I was getting up to continue the fight, I slipped on the sand/rocky side of the lake and with just a second of slack, the fish was gone. And like some golfers we know, I now have three broken fishing rods thrown into the trash that will be picked up in the morning.   

OK, I'm just kidding. I don't have that kind of temper. I only broke one. 

Still kidding, but that was the only hookup of the day. After that I didn't get anymore interest in the pink Kastmaster so I packed it up and headed home. Next time I think I'll go to Silver Lake.