12-28-2008, 06:51 PM
We headed out expecting the worst and got the best. The only bad roads was the mouth of weber canyon, the rest was smooth sailing. We arrived at green river about 2:00 and checked into our hotel room, we got dressed for the ice, cranked up the heater, then it was out the door. The only roads I expected to be bad was lost dog road(12), but the wind has taken care of that, it was nothing but dirt road all the way down.
When arrived there was a lot of anglers out there. Most on the big cliff on the corner that takes you down lake. We decided to head up the blacks fork arm a bit. We parked the truck right on the shore line and hiked about 100 yds. up the east shoreline. We chose our shelter spot about in 30 ft. of water. Wind was a bastard setting up the tent.
Nothing on the end of our pole for about an hour, untill about 4:00 got our very first burbot. Ten minute later the little man yells fish on, man that was awesome. Bout 20 min. after that my bro nails his first one. Then the action just died.
After watching all of dumb and dumber I got sick of no catching, and got suited and booted to fish outside the tent. I drilled a hole about 10 ft. closer to the shoreline in bout 15-20 ft. of water. Bout two seconds in the water I had fish on. 60 seconds later I had another fish on. 2 min. later I had another. That got my brother and my nephew out of the tent and drilling more holes. We nailed about twenty in one hour. All in all we ended up with 23 fish.
We called it a night at eleven the cold was nothing. It got windy at times, but for the most part we didn't even need the shelter. The wind has the ice bare with no snow so footing was really really slick.
The bites are almost non detectable. We probably had 50 bites that we have no knowledge of. For the bashers I suggest using a little extra weight on your line, to keep it tighter. Keep the pole in your hand always. Let it rest on the bottem and slightly pull up till your line is tight. And give it a one inch jig every once in awhile to see if anything is on the other end of your line.
Sorry no pictures my bro's camera flash crapped out. And I got good but not the best video.
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When arrived there was a lot of anglers out there. Most on the big cliff on the corner that takes you down lake. We decided to head up the blacks fork arm a bit. We parked the truck right on the shore line and hiked about 100 yds. up the east shoreline. We chose our shelter spot about in 30 ft. of water. Wind was a bastard setting up the tent.
Nothing on the end of our pole for about an hour, untill about 4:00 got our very first burbot. Ten minute later the little man yells fish on, man that was awesome. Bout 20 min. after that my bro nails his first one. Then the action just died.
After watching all of dumb and dumber I got sick of no catching, and got suited and booted to fish outside the tent. I drilled a hole about 10 ft. closer to the shoreline in bout 15-20 ft. of water. Bout two seconds in the water I had fish on. 60 seconds later I had another fish on. 2 min. later I had another. That got my brother and my nephew out of the tent and drilling more holes. We nailed about twenty in one hour. All in all we ended up with 23 fish.
We called it a night at eleven the cold was nothing. It got windy at times, but for the most part we didn't even need the shelter. The wind has the ice bare with no snow so footing was really really slick.
The bites are almost non detectable. We probably had 50 bites that we have no knowledge of. For the bashers I suggest using a little extra weight on your line, to keep it tighter. Keep the pole in your hand always. Let it rest on the bottem and slightly pull up till your line is tight. And give it a one inch jig every once in awhile to see if anything is on the other end of your line.
Sorry no pictures my bro's camera flash crapped out. And I got good but not the best video.
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