Saturday
I arrived at the lake at about 6:30, although the line outside the concession stand was HORRENDOUS and I had to wait for quite a long time as every one in front of my bought some worms, some scent, an extra pole, lunch, a boat, a stringer, 3 cups of coffee, and oh yea, a permit. When I finally got my permit, I decided to cruises around the lake and ended up at Jack creek, were I hooked one on a fly lined nightcrawler. He fought decently hard, and was not too much of a trouble, but in the back of my head, I remembered that I had slightly frayed my line while pulling up a split shot. And so of course, right when I thought I had won the battle, he took one look at the net and said, "not today Hurke", and made one last run, which I was unprepared for, and snapped my line. The rest of the day was slow, so I decided to leave.
Conclusion: Split shots are evil line fraying machines.
Monday
After my disappointments on Saturday, I had the opportunity to go back to the lake for a short time on Monday. I really did not expect to catch anything, I just wanted to see what it was like on a Monday after a stock. When we arrived I decided to go straight to jack creek cove, which seemed to be the only decent spot. On my third cast, I stuck a decent one on a pink and white Mice Tail. Miraculously, I got him into the net.
This came as a big surprise to me, and proves that you should always try to use something that the fish might not have seen in a while.
Conclusion: Using something that nobody else is throwing can be productive.
-Yea, flesh also of beasts and of the fowls of the air, (and the fishes of the sea) I, the Lord, have ordained for the use of man with thanksgiving; nevertheless they are to be used sparingly; (D&C section 89:12)
-keep sore liping 'em readers
(BTW, if you know anything about fishing, and you haven't seen Hank Patterson on You Tube, do so. He is HILARIOUS)
