04-09-2005, 03:33 AM
I just got back from Powell. Let's start with the trip down.
Met up Sunday afternoon with CBR and his pontoon buddy...can't remember his name...where Bangeter and I-15 meets...and I we headed south. I was following CBR's chevy van...and his almost a ranger with pontoon boats stapped on top. As we were blowing down the freeway at light speed...(60mph) I noticed the tires on his boat trailer kept tucking as the wind was hitting the pontoons, blowing the trailer sideways. Cell phone to the rescue...Heya CBR do you want to put the toons in my pickup? Your trailer is flapping in the breeze. He said no...everything is OK...about the same time the trailer tire blew out. Now loitering on the side of the freeway changing the tire...off loading the pontoon boats and batteries into my diesel Ram. Soon we were once again breaking the land world speed record...(65mph) with dreams of monster stripers flashing before our eyes. Stopped at the Wally World in Price for emergency donuts...disquised as trailer tires...and we're on our way.
We arrived at Lake Powell...it only took 6 hours to reach Bullfrog but we're ready to fish. A quick camp setup, hookup and drink up and we're all set for the morning...that is if the hurricane force winds would die down.
Snuggled down in my Northface tent...warm and comfy...I kept hearing a strange flapping noise...followed by some very colorful metaphors. I finally figured out that the wind was pancaking one of the tents and the occupant was doing his own rendation of a Bullfrog Midnight rap.
Morning...and it's blowing. Now if you've ever been at Powell when a three flagger hits...you don't want to be out in the bay. I've seen houseboats go down. The forecast said the winds would lie down on Tuesday...so we sat around, drank a round and drove around although not necessarily in that order.
Tuesday morning...the wind was down to a 1 flag blow. But at the water's edge it was down to a ripple. Launch time and the three of us went out in my Cobra. We charged over to Halls Creek and looked for smallies and stripers but no luck. Back to camp after meeting up with road and noone trolling for resident houseboat stripers. Plans were made for nocturnal fishing. But me...I sleep when it's dark.
Wednesday launched early solo...and heading over to Moki, Hanson Creek, Cedar, and back down to Halls Creek. Only got one smallie and six largemouths C&R. Headed back to see what the other's had caught and found out they'd had a slow day. Headed to the Lodge for food and back to camp so CBR and the rest of the group could prepare for another commando assault after dark.
Thursday morning...sneaked out of camp...not to disturb the night owls and headed down lake past Cottonwood and Washington and headed for the coves. Four casts...four smallies. I quit counting around forty as I was working my way back to Bullfrog. Got back about 4:30...for the catfish and striper fish fry.
Friday...the wind howled and came back with a vengence. So we packed up, loaded up and headed home.
Overall...we all had a hell of a good time. But the fall trip will be a whole lot better.
Since I'm not a computer geek and have no clue how to post pictures...I'll send them to CBR...and he can do the duty.
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Met up Sunday afternoon with CBR and his pontoon buddy...can't remember his name...where Bangeter and I-15 meets...and I we headed south. I was following CBR's chevy van...and his almost a ranger with pontoon boats stapped on top. As we were blowing down the freeway at light speed...(60mph) I noticed the tires on his boat trailer kept tucking as the wind was hitting the pontoons, blowing the trailer sideways. Cell phone to the rescue...Heya CBR do you want to put the toons in my pickup? Your trailer is flapping in the breeze. He said no...everything is OK...about the same time the trailer tire blew out. Now loitering on the side of the freeway changing the tire...off loading the pontoon boats and batteries into my diesel Ram. Soon we were once again breaking the land world speed record...(65mph) with dreams of monster stripers flashing before our eyes. Stopped at the Wally World in Price for emergency donuts...disquised as trailer tires...and we're on our way.
We arrived at Lake Powell...it only took 6 hours to reach Bullfrog but we're ready to fish. A quick camp setup, hookup and drink up and we're all set for the morning...that is if the hurricane force winds would die down.
Snuggled down in my Northface tent...warm and comfy...I kept hearing a strange flapping noise...followed by some very colorful metaphors. I finally figured out that the wind was pancaking one of the tents and the occupant was doing his own rendation of a Bullfrog Midnight rap.
Morning...and it's blowing. Now if you've ever been at Powell when a three flagger hits...you don't want to be out in the bay. I've seen houseboats go down. The forecast said the winds would lie down on Tuesday...so we sat around, drank a round and drove around although not necessarily in that order.
Tuesday morning...the wind was down to a 1 flag blow. But at the water's edge it was down to a ripple. Launch time and the three of us went out in my Cobra. We charged over to Halls Creek and looked for smallies and stripers but no luck. Back to camp after meeting up with road and noone trolling for resident houseboat stripers. Plans were made for nocturnal fishing. But me...I sleep when it's dark.
Wednesday launched early solo...and heading over to Moki, Hanson Creek, Cedar, and back down to Halls Creek. Only got one smallie and six largemouths C&R. Headed back to see what the other's had caught and found out they'd had a slow day. Headed to the Lodge for food and back to camp so CBR and the rest of the group could prepare for another commando assault after dark.
Thursday morning...sneaked out of camp...not to disturb the night owls and headed down lake past Cottonwood and Washington and headed for the coves. Four casts...four smallies. I quit counting around forty as I was working my way back to Bullfrog. Got back about 4:30...for the catfish and striper fish fry.
Friday...the wind howled and came back with a vengence. So we packed up, loaded up and headed home.
Overall...we all had a hell of a good time. But the fall trip will be a whole lot better.
Since I'm not a computer geek and have no clue how to post pictures...I'll send them to CBR...and he can do the duty.
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