Pass Lake Big Brownies/Fish Porn!

Okay, now that I have your attention...

After coming up empty searching for the elusive brown trout of Pass Lake this year, I finally found them yesterday. Myself and a friend kicked out about 11:00 am and started fishing at the point. Water temp was 50 degrees, partly cloudy, little to no wind. No hatches, but minnows were active at the shoreline.

My fish finder was continually marking fish down in the weeds under ten feet deep, but their lips were closed to our various patterns. We headed down the west side toward the north end, with little success. Wayne was getting a bit impatient, but I reassured him that there would probably be an evening bite.

As time passed (it was now 3:00 pm with no success as yet), my buddy decided to troll back to the point. As he passed the rocky spot, I felt a good tug on my minnow pattern and a few minutes later, an 18" rainbow was staring at me from my net. Wayne mumbled something about cold feet, and continued to kick on up the lake.

I turned around and began casting into the reeds along the shoreline, having seen a few swirls up tight in the weeds. On the second cast, my fly was inhaled, and a dogfight began, the brute bending my rod in half. I quickly kicked out away from shore so my foe wouldn't tangle in the weeds. No surface action and the slow, deliberate bobbing of my rod tip meant this was no rainbow. I nursed the trout in, being careful not to stretch the 6x tippet to the breaking point. Finally she came to the net, a beautiful 19" brown hen, slipping out a few eggs on my stripping apron. I eased her back into the cool water and gently nursed her until she bolted away with renewed energy.

A little later after the sun went down, I felt another strong hit, and the same slow, powerful pulse told me another brown found my fly. In the waning light, I could see a broad tail cutting through the mirrored surface, and a chill went down my back. Once I had him in the net, this buck brown measured 21", my largest fish from Pass Lake.

By now it was dark, and I began a slow troll back down the lake with a light zonker as my offering. It fooled three triploids in the 16-18" range, and several others swiped at it. I left the lake at 6:45 pm, tired but satisfied. The last few hours more than made up for the slow start.
Everyone stretches the truth a little bit, not the least fishermen. I try to keep it to a minimum.

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Could be one of their cousins, Al. That's another beauty, real shoulders on that one. Even though rainbows give a more exciting battle, brownies are special. Perhaps it is because they are more selective and rare. Gotta love 'em!

Happiness is a tight line and a big brownie. :thumb: