Super Moon, Super Trout, And Caples Lake

OK, this is going to cover a lot of ground, so hang on. Last night, unless you live in a cave, you know about the Super Moon/Blood Moon.

This is what we, here in beautiful downtown Jackson, California saw.

I can't see it, can you?

So, earlier in the night I'm watching the Chicago Cubs step on the Pittsburgh Pirates to the tune of 4-0. During the game, the announcers make a comment about a guy named Mike Trout (LA Angels Outfielder) who continues doing things a normal human shouldn't be able to do. And then they slapped this picture on the screen. Actually it was a short video, but this was what I wanted to show you. Mike Trout robbing a Seattle Mariners batter of a home run. Qualifies for Super Trout, don't you think?
     

Mike Trout

Now on to Caples Lake. With absolutely no expectations, I drove up the hill to Caples to soak some Power Bait and drown a couple night crawlers. Last time I visited Caples, the lake was almost full even in the throws of this humongous drought we're in. Not the case today. See the spot on the left where half a tree hits the rocks, that is where I usually sit during a normal year. About 15 feet above where I was today. 

The dead tree (you know the place) at the rear of the picture

The other way

Across the lake

Toward the far end

I'm just snapping my little heart out

 One rod with rainbow Power Bait, one rod with a crawler and a couple white floaty things to keep it out of the claws of the local Crawdad's and Kastmasters on my little Okuma. I know, I know, you're only supposed to use two rods with a two rod stamp, but who was there to say anything. I was the only, repeat only person on the shore or on the lake. Oh, I did catch a Crawdad with a worm on a hook. In fact I caught him twice. He obviously didn't see the humor in that because the last time I threw him in, he was gone like a shot. I had to do something to keep myself amused.

I suspect that little three rod sin was the reason I didn't get a nibble.

Couple hours later and back in the truck heading for Red Lake. It is just over the hill after all. Red Lake has been crappy lately to say the least, but with Fall here my hopes were that maybe, just maybe the Brookies were near the dam doing a little Brookie cha-cha. 

The water level of the lake was the lowest I've ever seen it in the eight years I've been fishing Red Lake. Very sad.

Normally underwater

Usually sit on those big rocks to fish.

But I gave it the old college try. Worked from the tree line in the top picture over to the dead log (make the picture bigger to see it) in the lower picture. I used 1/4 oz. and 1/8 oz. Kastmasters in silver (the best color for Red Lake), gold, and even tried the pink one. All I managed to do was lose my second Kastmaster of the day. I lost a 1/4 oz. pink one at Caples on a submerged stump.  

I have been officially skunked.