Utah Lake Slow with a Big March Cat 3/22/2024

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Jon and I fished out of Lincoln on Friday 3/22/2024. We were hoping to find a walleye or two and start locating some cats. We should never have said walleye. Left the harbor a bit before 3 P.M. Water was temp was 51 inside and 49 in the main lake with air above 60. Should have been decent for eyes and reasonable for early cats. For the day we ended up with 8 cats and 2 WB. The cat season has begun.
 
We started out strolling for cats in the afternoon warmth, we were a half a mile or more off the orchards. We worked in and out for 2 hours with nary a sniff. So we moved a bit farther south to hit a shallow water spot I used to love. Jeff had found cats shallow earlier in the week, so maybe we would here.

Time had changed the reed patterns over the last 4 low water years and my little spot was not there anymore. We set up in 2.5 FOW anyway and fished for 30 minutes or so. When the wind suddenly gusted to 15 or so, we decided to pull the gear and start our evening walleye search. 2 of the 4 rods had tangled in the sunken brush. I broke off a bobber on one, we found the worm half gone on a second rod. The third was unmolested and the last one was snagged badly, but clearly had a fish on it. In the gusty wind we had to make 3 or 4 passes at the tangled fish, but I was able to lift the branch near the surface and Jon finally netted it. My first cat of the year was fat, 28.5” long and right at 10 pounds. Thank goodness for the 40 lb leader, the main line broke just as the fish was netted, but the second hook on the leader was lodged in the branch.





 
We eased out to 6 FOW, tossed out some jigs, SnG’s and a crankbait and trolled the rock edges as we worked our way back up to the orchards and the wading warriors. Halfway back I got decent white on a jig. Yippee, we had fresh bait!





The next 3 hours we tossed plastics into the rocks, almost to no avail. We had maybe 3 or 4 hits between us and one of them resulted in my second white bass of the day.





By 9 P.M. or so we had reached the L and still weren’t finding anything so I turned the boat west and when the water dropped off to 12 feet we put the cat gear back in, this time with fresh WB and renewed optimism. Again, nary a sniff for an hour. I looked at Jon and said: “In 50 degree water those cats are feeding somewhere. Let’s pull the gear and do a more drastic relocation.” It was the best decision of the trip.
 
15 Minutes later we started putting the gear back in the water a mile or so east of Lincoln harbor and in about 10 FOW. I pointed the boat south and we started searching for the right depth. 20 minutes of 0.5 to 0.8 MPH and nothing and then to our surprise my back rod went bendo! My second cat was a 23” Utah lake cookie cutter that was feeding in just under over 8 FOW. In the next 10 minutes Jon got 2 more around 27 inches. “Hey Jon, I think we found them,” I said with a grin.






We worked all the way into 3 FOW and got no more hits, but we started snagging all the rods on roots or sunken reeds, so we headed out again. When we got back to 10 FOW without any more hits, Jon said: “Maybe they are only hitting when we go south.” (Into the wind). We turned around and headed south again.
That tack in produced 2 more nice cats so we turned around and went back out. Again, not a sniff going with the wind even though I tried to keep the strolling speed the same. At 10 FOW we turned around again and when we hit the 8.5 to 7.5 foot deep “zone” we got another cat and a couple of pop and drops.





We had been working our way in and out but also back west toward the harbor. We stopped going in shallow and just zig zagged through the zone, but it seemed we had lost the fish. It was almost midnight, so maybe they were smarter than us and had just gone to bed.
 
We were starting to get cold and I was just about to say we should call it a night. I turned us back to a southerly direction for one last pass and cranked up the electric a little to compensate for bucking the wind. The wind slacked so I had over corrected and when I looked a few minutes later we were screaming along at 1.2 MPH. I muttered that I had us going too fast and cut it back a couple of notches. I had barely sat back down when I saw a funny tap on my back rod. I started to think the increased speed had excited a whitie, when I saw the rod tip stop moving. No jiggles and no bouncing on the bottom. Something was swimming with the bait. Just as I got the rod it started making a slow bend so I set the hook. It felt at first like dead weight or a large stick gliding through the water. “Could this be a big ole walleye?” I thought.


The fish headed toward Jon’s side of the boat and he asked if he should reel in his rods. I told him I thought we were fine, it was way behind the boat and acting like it would make a wide slow swing to that side. 2 minutes later it was 100 feet out and running parallel to Jon’s side. “It’s out running the boat!” I joked to Jon. It hadn’t seemed excited yet so I leaned on the rod a little more to try to judge the size and nothing budged. “This could be a big fish,” I said with a grin.
 
A minute later it turned back toward the boat in somewhat more of a run. I got back most of the line and then it just dogged for a minute or so and came up beside the boat like it was spent. In the dark I couldn’t see the body, but it was an impressive head. Jon leaned over to net it and just before the net hit the water it found its bearings and bolted st