Wow, Guess What?

Friday morning. I didn't have any pending chores to do. I didn't have any doctor appointments. I didn't have anything planned so I (please sit down for this) went fishing.

I didn't want to drive forever, so after looking at the DFW site for fish plants, I decided on Bear River Reservoir since it was the only lake near by that they planted this week.

I will admit that Bear River has been less than stellar for some time now, but a chance was better than a long drive. 

I pulled out of the house at 7:45 and after a coffee stop at Cook's Station got to the lake at about 8:30. It is a bit longer drive from Jackson than from the old house up in Volcano.

I didn't plan on "working" very hard so I set up two rods with rainbow Power Bait and firmly parked my rear in the red Coleman camping chair.

While I was waiting, I took a couple current shots of the lake.

The first dam

I usually fish near the dam, but there wasn't any flat place for the chair so I planted about 150 feet from the dam.

Across the lake

Coming around the lake

Down the shore to the left.

If you make the picture full screen, you can see a minivan behind the pile of rocks. I mention this because I recently learned that I have a nut allergy. That is, I have an allergy to nuts, idiots, and stupid people. The people in this van fall into the stupid category. Why would one drive a front wheel drive minivan down a sandy/rocky lake side to not only get it stuck (unable to get back up the hill because of the loose sand), but high center it on top of that? I believe that falls into the stupid category. What do you think?

Wow, nice looking truck.

Oh yeh, I came here to fish and fish I did. Somewhere around ten to nine I got the first hit, but missed the hook set. Shortly thereafter I got a second hit and missed that one too. Crafty little buggers they are. Finally on the third try I managed to bring this little (Rainbow about 9") to the shore for a photo and a quick release. Didn't even have to unhook him.
 

First fish of the day.

I caught one more and missed one more. That put me at about 9:30. A very interesting 40 minutes.

There was only one other "incident" between then and when I left (the minivan was still high centered way over there) about 11:15. It would be my guess that the school of little Rainbows I got the two out of were getting their fins kicked by something BIG because they were flying, hell bent for scales away from a spot maybe 50 yards from where I was sitting. When I say "flying", they were out of the water hauling fins.

At least I didn't get skunked.

Maybe I'll get to fish again next week. Stay tuned.