04-30-2017, 05:13 PM
I took my son up to Lost Creek Saturday afternoon after he got off work for a birthday excursion. We put the canoe in at the boat ramp at about 4:30 pm where we met a guy and his brother who had been fishing on kayaks. Between the two of them they had only caught one 16" cut which went back of course due to the slot limit.
Josh and I set out hoping to have better luck with the evening bite and slowly made our way to the inlet. We pulled Jakes, bluefox, rapallas, spoons, kastmasters, diving baits etc. We went slow, we went fast, we went straight, we went serpentine. Nothing. when we got to the inlet area, we floated worms under a bubble past some potential holes in the seem between eddies and the still water past large boulders with no success.
We then let the current of the inlet and the slight breeze drift us back down the long main channel of the reservoir floating worms under bubbles with one set up while casting and retrieving various lures with another. Nothing. Although at this point we did see our first evidence that there were actually fish in the water when one fish jumped. We lingered in the area watching to see if more fish were feeding off of flies on the top with the intent of switching to a fly and bubble rig. Nothing.
We chatted briefly with a couple on the bank who were hunting for antler sheds. The husband had at least 6 huge racks strapped t his back pack with still more smaller specimens in his and his wife's pack. At least someone was having success!
By this time it was around 7:30, so we made our way to the dam and did a loop, talking to one nice lady on the shore who had caught nothing as well. Tired form paddling and without the added adrenaline rush fo catching fish to further motivate us to stick it out until dark, we made our way back to the boat ramp where we met one of the brothers we talked to at the beginning of our journey to hear that neither he nor this brother had caught anything but the one they reported earlier.
Tired and discouraged, my son and I threw the canoe back on the truck and loaded all the gear inside. I love fishing, but I love it more when I am catching. My son has a great attitude, and kept mentioning how beautiful the scenery was. It was true. The evening was amazing without the strong winds i had expected. The sun kept peeking out from behind the clouds form time to time, and that period of smooth silent water just before the sun tucks down behind the peak was so peaceful. We saw a couple of bald eagles and other birds of prey fishing as well, and even they weren't having success. the solitude and time spent with my son was therapeutic and enjoyable despite the lack of aquatic cooperation.
If anyone has any input as to the reasons for our lack of productivity, I would be eager to learn. Although I do take some comfort in the fact that at least the others we talked to were experiencing the same level of success we were. All in all, still worth the escape of the pressures of everyday life.
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Josh and I set out hoping to have better luck with the evening bite and slowly made our way to the inlet. We pulled Jakes, bluefox, rapallas, spoons, kastmasters, diving baits etc. We went slow, we went fast, we went straight, we went serpentine. Nothing. when we got to the inlet area, we floated worms under a bubble past some potential holes in the seem between eddies and the still water past large boulders with no success.
We then let the current of the inlet and the slight breeze drift us back down the long main channel of the reservoir floating worms under bubbles with one set up while casting and retrieving various lures with another. Nothing. Although at this point we did see our first evidence that there were actually fish in the water when one fish jumped. We lingered in the area watching to see if more fish were feeding off of flies on the top with the intent of switching to a fly and bubble rig. Nothing.
We chatted briefly with a couple on the bank who were hunting for antler sheds. The husband had at least 6 huge racks strapped t his back pack with still more smaller specimens in his and his wife's pack. At least someone was having success!
By this time it was around 7:30, so we made our way to the dam and did a loop, talking to one nice lady on the shore who had caught nothing as well. Tired form paddling and without the added adrenaline rush fo catching fish to further motivate us to stick it out until dark, we made our way back to the boat ramp where we met one of the brothers we talked to at the beginning of our journey to hear that neither he nor this brother had caught anything but the one they reported earlier.
Tired and discouraged, my son and I threw the canoe back on the truck and loaded all the gear inside. I love fishing, but I love it more when I am catching. My son has a great attitude, and kept mentioning how beautiful the scenery was. It was true. The evening was amazing without the strong winds i had expected. The sun kept peeking out from behind the clouds form time to time, and that period of smooth silent water just before the sun tucks down behind the peak was so peaceful. We saw a couple of bald eagles and other birds of prey fishing as well, and even they weren't having success. the solitude and time spent with my son was therapeutic and enjoyable despite the lack of aquatic cooperation.
If anyone has any input as to the reasons for our lack of productivity, I would be eager to learn. Although I do take some comfort in the fact that at least the others we talked to were experiencing the same level of success we were. All in all, still worth the escape of the pressures of everyday life.
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