I texted (see, I'm in the 21st century) Yuki and said I was going if he wanted to tag along.
We left the house a 8:10 and after two hours of driving arrived at Ice House Reservoir.
Appears we're a little late for ice out.
In fact, there wasn't any snow except for a dab here and a dab there.
Nope, no snow here either.
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None over there. |
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Me taking a picture of Yuki taking a picture of the mountains. |
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Then we decided to go home. Once again the trout thumbed their collective noses at us.
Hey look, snow. |
Just a picture of the dam. |
Kiss my Bass.com - Already taken.
Kiss my Bass.net - Belongs to my next door neighbor. His last name is Bass.
Kiss my Bass.fish - Already taken.
Then while I'm out on the Net looking at names, up pops Howard from Windknots with a Kiss My Bass Edition. Crap or maybe Crappie.
Hey, Kiss My Crappie isn't taken.
I'm going to go feed the cats now.
Mark
ReplyDeleteI've done the bass thing, and found that the trout fishing is much more exciting. Don't give up on that lake I have a feeling you guys will connect on your next outing.
By the way I found some wax worms that looks exactly like cream wasp grubs. I got them at the local pet shop, you might want to give them a try on your next outing. I've got them stored in the ref, and may try some on the tailrace next week. Beautiful area where you guys were fishing.
Mark, don't keep them in the frig. I've got it on good authority that they taste like crap when you're looking for a quick snack! Those smart phone pictures are great. Such a pretty lake.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to featuring "Kiss My Crappie" in my blogroll... :)
ReplyDeleteHoward
ReplyDeleteYou must have Mark confused with Andrew Zimmer of Bizarre Foods????
Resorting to warm water fish, say it ain't so! You know that bass are the gateway to rough fish.
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