The story goes, although invited to the dance (this is how the social scene is locally and my be further afield, who knows.) she doesn't become the "girl friend" until they enter the dance. Apparently she can bail right up to the door and remain unattached. I'm confused, how about you?
Now let me address the title of this post. Last month while at Upper Lake (see the previous post) I was chatting with our "neighbors" who happened to be the same "neighbors" we had when we were up there two years ago. How's that for coincidence? Talking as fishermen do, we touched on places we've been. During this conversation he mentions this place (been there) and that place (been there too) and this one place where there are a lot of Brown trout. Want to guess where? Secret Lake, my ass.
I texted (I'm in the 21st century now) Yuki and said I was thinking about going up to Ice House Lake or Loon Lake and asked if he wanted to go. He was available on Thursday (that would be yesterday) so we planned the trip. Tuesday I sent another text (I'm so 21st century) and said "Why don't I get some crickets and let's go to the secret lake instead". He was all for it and we met at La Casa Kautz at 8:30 (we usually meet at 8, but the days are getting shorter and he still has to attend to the menagerie before fishing) and after a quick stop at the local donut shop, were on our way up the hill.
Once around the back side of the lake by the inlet, Yuki set out one rod with a couple Power Eggs and started throwing a fly with his fly rod. I, on the other hand, put a size 14 hook and a couple small split shot on my spinning rod and worked the inlet one cricket at a time.
Wasn't long before I was yelling at Yuki for the net.
|I think this was #1|
|From the inlet out toward the lake.|
|The other side of the inlet.|
|Could have been #2. Always with wet hands.|
|#3? About 17"|
All were photographed and gently released making sure they swam away in good health.
Yuki got skunked, but he said he enjoyed himself. On the way home, we stopped at Munnerlyn's for a cone, but caught one day they were closed. Maybe next time.
While we were there, three more guys showed up and fished the other side of the lake. Secret Lake, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha.
Till next time.