Another early week Lake Martha outing. Brad and I arrived around 8:00 and started fishing around 8:30. The day started out in a rather impressive fashion: In less than a minute, I had my first fish one. It was a nice cutt around 12". From there, it went downhill like a bus plunging off a cliff. No fish for at least the next couple of hours. I did see some rises, but I couldn't get my dry properly located in time. Later, I did have a solid trout on the hook, but, after a strong jump, it tossed the hook. That was a pisser, because I did have a feeling the spot I found it in had good potential. Nonetheless, my score would have looked good to only a soccer fan. I think, when it comes to being somewhat of a trout purist, God must see it fitting punishment to put perch into the mix. Yeah, I could call that a total of three fish to hand, but I'm a snob and don't put perch on my score card. For those who golf, would counting perch (when not targeted) be comparable to taking a "Mulligan"?
High sun and a quickly warming day really put the fish down. I even switched to a Type III line, in the hopes of finding the submarines. Nothing there.
I have to admit that my game-plan was at fault. I normally just take a quick turn through the western shallows and then work clockwise around the lake. This time, I got a little worried about the sun and concentrated on shaded areas. That was jumping the gun, because Brad managed to get into trout with his game plan. As a matter of fact, he earned himself the B/C/R trifecta. Me? Nah.
Anyway, time was closing in on departure time. I'm heading in, and Brad rows over and let's me know that the stocking truck just came and went. Triploids. Big ones. He had already taken two or three of good size. As I approached the boat launch, I could see some large rainbows porpoising on chironomids(???? Yes! They were very interested in bugs!). Well, to keep this story from getting any longer, I managed to bring two square-tails to hand before wrapping up my day.
So, I imagine some might be wondering what the title of this post has to do with my day. Well, as I see it, that stocking truck was the "God Machine" that saved me at the end of the day. If it hadn't arrived, I would have named this thread: "Near-Useless Lake Report."
Tight Lines!
--Dave E.
High sun and a quickly warming day really put the fish down. I even switched to a Type III line, in the hopes of finding the submarines. Nothing there.
I have to admit that my game-plan was at fault. I normally just take a quick turn through the western shallows and then work clockwise around the lake. This time, I got a little worried about the sun and concentrated on shaded areas. That was jumping the gun, because Brad managed to get into trout with his game plan. As a matter of fact, he earned himself the B/C/R trifecta. Me? Nah.
Anyway, time was closing in on departure time. I'm heading in, and Brad rows over and let's me know that the stocking truck just came and went. Triploids. Big ones. He had already taken two or three of good size. As I approached the boat launch, I could see some large rainbows porpoising on chironomids(???? Yes! They were very interested in bugs!). Well, to keep this story from getting any longer, I managed to bring two square-tails to hand before wrapping up my day.
So, I imagine some might be wondering what the title of this post has to do with my day. Well, as I see it, that stocking truck was the "God Machine" that saved me at the end of the day. If it hadn't arrived, I would have named this thread: "Near-Useless Lake Report."
Tight Lines!
--Dave E.