Made a solo tubing trip to the north marina at Willard this morning. 6:30 launch in calm 77 degree water. Air temp a lovely 60 degrees. Water level is dropping...about 3 feet from the "bathtub ring" on the dike. But pretty clean.
Wanted to try some of my newest models of the "U-Rig"...the 3 hook Utah version of the famed A-Rig (Alabama). I had caught a couple of wipers on an earlier version several years ago but haven't tried them since. With the wipers and walleyes practicing antisocial distancing...with no-bite masks on...I figured maybe something different might get their attention. Nope. But the everlovin' kitties showed some love. They also chomped on some of my newer model "Pistol" jigs...with the little airplane spinners on the front...and also my "whirly fligs".
Forecast called for light breezes from the north. You guessed it. A stout southerly breeze came up about 7:30 and the water was bumpy for my float tube for a while. Attaching a picture of what the up and down motion did to the sonar screen.
Normally...even during this wacko covid crud session...the power squadron stays in bed until after about 10 am. Not today. I was surrounded by jet skis before 8:30. Most of them stayed a respectful distance away but my crotchety old man soul was irked by the sounds of their revving super mosquito motors. Grrrrrr.
I started out by dragging one of my 3-jig U-rigs with each of the 3 hooks dressed with 3" white Gulp grubs. I have been having a lot of success on those this year and they got lotsa thumps today. After rasslin' a couple of kitties on the U-rig...and proving they would hit it...I rotated between pistol wobble jig heads and Gulp grubs to "whirly fligs"...flig bodies with spinner blades...dressed with small chub minnows. Bless those catfish. They accepted whatever I was serving. An old man needs his tugs.
The chop on the water laid down about 9:30 and the rest of the power squadron began filling the ramp parking area. The sounds of big engines and the combined smell of gasoline and sunscreen was filling the air. Time for this old dude to depart hence.
The final downer? Went to fillet the 3 cats I had kept for a fish fry and found the cleaning station inoperable...AGAIN. All 3 times I have hit the north marina this year I have been unable to use the cleaning station. TubeDude out.
Wanted to try some of my newest models of the "U-Rig"...the 3 hook Utah version of the famed A-Rig (Alabama). I had caught a couple of wipers on an earlier version several years ago but haven't tried them since. With the wipers and walleyes practicing antisocial distancing...with no-bite masks on...I figured maybe something different might get their attention. Nope. But the everlovin' kitties showed some love. They also chomped on some of my newer model "Pistol" jigs...with the little airplane spinners on the front...and also my "whirly fligs".
Forecast called for light breezes from the north. You guessed it. A stout southerly breeze came up about 7:30 and the water was bumpy for my float tube for a while. Attaching a picture of what the up and down motion did to the sonar screen.
Normally...even during this wacko covid crud session...the power squadron stays in bed until after about 10 am. Not today. I was surrounded by jet skis before 8:30. Most of them stayed a respectful distance away but my crotchety old man soul was irked by the sounds of their revving super mosquito motors. Grrrrrr.
I started out by dragging one of my 3-jig U-rigs with each of the 3 hooks dressed with 3" white Gulp grubs. I have been having a lot of success on those this year and they got lotsa thumps today. After rasslin' a couple of kitties on the U-rig...and proving they would hit it...I rotated between pistol wobble jig heads and Gulp grubs to "whirly fligs"...flig bodies with spinner blades...dressed with small chub minnows. Bless those catfish. They accepted whatever I was serving. An old man needs his tugs.
The chop on the water laid down about 9:30 and the rest of the power squadron began filling the ramp parking area. The sounds of big engines and the combined smell of gasoline and sunscreen was filling the air. Time for this old dude to depart hence.
The final downer? Went to fillet the 3 cats I had kept for a fish fry and found the cleaning station inoperable...AGAIN. All 3 times I have hit the north marina this year I have been unable to use the cleaning station. TubeDude out.