09-08-2006, 11:49 AM
[cool][#0000ff]As we drove into the Starvation main launch area about 7:30 AM, WiperHunter2 informed me that we "had no anchor", and that he "hoped we don't need one". Seems he lost his on Jordanelle the day before. Well, I had no PVC to work with so I improvised. Found a big piece of flat rock that I rigged a four-way "basket tie" on and we had our anchor. Piece of pie (rock).[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Next challenge...dead battery on sonar. You need sonar on Starvation. So, we connected the sonar to the main battery. It worked fine except when we ran the main motor. Too much interference. But, we had sonar.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Third challenge? Only after we were out on the water did we discover that the key to the truck...door and ignition...had broken off inside the ignition. And...we had used the automatic door lock to lock the truck before we hit the water. WH2 admitted that had happened before, but developed a permanent wrinkle in his brow as he dreaded the thought of calling his wife to bring a spare key. Oh well, we could deal with that later. Time to go fishing.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Started out with an offshore (westerly) breeze. No white caps but too brisk for a slow drift. We shut down the main motor and used the electric to cruise some of the more likely areas, watching the sonar for signs of fish. In and out, from 10 feet to 25 feet. Not much showing. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The breeze died down a bit so we motored up into Rabbit Gulch and checked several areas there...drifting over several previously productive spots. Had several "rattle rattle" hits from small perch and I boated a 9 incher. That was it for the first hour.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Motored over to an area just out from the RG camping area and saw fish in a couple of spots. Dropped the rock (anchor) in 12 feet of water, planning to lift and drift until we found productive water. Immediately got into small perch...bunches of them. I caught a "see-gar" (small wallie) and WH2 also got one about the same size...along with the only smallie of the day...about 9 inches.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We both rerigged with some of my new glitter white dart head baitbugs and for several minutes we put large perch into the cooler. Looked like we were going to have a decent day after all. WH2 brought in a nice one and wanted to measure it. I told him that it was 10 3/4 inches. He didn't believe me and measured anyway. With a silly grin he admitted that I had been right on. Pure lucky guess.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After that we caught nothing over about 8 inches. Bunches of bitty perch but no more fillet size. We lifted (the rock) and drifted a few times out into deeper water, and moved around to several other spots in Rabbit Gulch without finding more fish. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]So, we cranked up the big motor and ran up to the mouth of the Strawberry River. I was once again impressed with how much the area looked like some places I had been on Powell. Very interesting geology. We had seen some ospreys at work in RG, but near the inlet we saw a manmade osprey nesting tower on top of the ridge (see pic).[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We motored and drifted around several spots in the Strawberry arm, at different depths. Couldn't find any concentrations of fish, and the promised breezes were kicking up, as big clouds built in the skies all around us. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]WH2 kept whimpering and whining about his concern for being able to get back in the truck and having to call his wife to bring a key. He was wondering if there might be a way to pop the fastener on the sliding rear window of the truck and to reach in to trip the door lock. I perceived that his attention to fishing was fading fast, as the wind was building, so I suggested we head for the dock and devote our energies to getting in the truck.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Out came the Leatherman all purpose tool and WH2 dusted off his juvenile delinquent skills at breaking and entering. He heaved a mighty sigh of relief as the catch popped free and he slid the back window open. Only problem was that it was a small space and neither of us could get much of our (ample) anatomy inside. MacGuyver showed up again to suggest using the butt section of a stout trolling rod to reach up and push the unlock button on the door. Anticipating that the alarm would go off (it did), I was waiting beside the drivers side door with the broken key. When the door opened (and the alarm went off), I quickly jumped inside and started the truck with the broken key. The alarm quieted and two anxious old dudes began to breathe easier.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I finally got to meet WH2 after sharing a five year cyber-friendship that goes back to the old UtahFishFinder days, before BFT. We long ago decided we had a lot in common (wordy and chatty) and might get along pretty good as fishing buddies. We were right. Had a great time, in spite of all the "challenges". Heck, what would a fishing trip be without something to make it a memorable trip. Nobody likes to read a report that says "Went fishing, caught fish, went home".[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Next challenge...dead battery on sonar. You need sonar on Starvation. So, we connected the sonar to the main battery. It worked fine except when we ran the main motor. Too much interference. But, we had sonar.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Third challenge? Only after we were out on the water did we discover that the key to the truck...door and ignition...had broken off inside the ignition. And...we had used the automatic door lock to lock the truck before we hit the water. WH2 admitted that had happened before, but developed a permanent wrinkle in his brow as he dreaded the thought of calling his wife to bring a spare key. Oh well, we could deal with that later. Time to go fishing.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Started out with an offshore (westerly) breeze. No white caps but too brisk for a slow drift. We shut down the main motor and used the electric to cruise some of the more likely areas, watching the sonar for signs of fish. In and out, from 10 feet to 25 feet. Not much showing. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The breeze died down a bit so we motored up into Rabbit Gulch and checked several areas there...drifting over several previously productive spots. Had several "rattle rattle" hits from small perch and I boated a 9 incher. That was it for the first hour.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Motored over to an area just out from the RG camping area and saw fish in a couple of spots. Dropped the rock (anchor) in 12 feet of water, planning to lift and drift until we found productive water. Immediately got into small perch...bunches of them. I caught a "see-gar" (small wallie) and WH2 also got one about the same size...along with the only smallie of the day...about 9 inches.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We both rerigged with some of my new glitter white dart head baitbugs and for several minutes we put large perch into the cooler. Looked like we were going to have a decent day after all. WH2 brought in a nice one and wanted to measure it. I told him that it was 10 3/4 inches. He didn't believe me and measured anyway. With a silly grin he admitted that I had been right on. Pure lucky guess.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]After that we caught nothing over about 8 inches. Bunches of bitty perch but no more fillet size. We lifted (the rock) and drifted a few times out into deeper water, and moved around to several other spots in Rabbit Gulch without finding more fish. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]So, we cranked up the big motor and ran up to the mouth of the Strawberry River. I was once again impressed with how much the area looked like some places I had been on Powell. Very interesting geology. We had seen some ospreys at work in RG, but near the inlet we saw a manmade osprey nesting tower on top of the ridge (see pic).[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We motored and drifted around several spots in the Strawberry arm, at different depths. Couldn't find any concentrations of fish, and the promised breezes were kicking up, as big clouds built in the skies all around us. [/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]WH2 kept whimpering and whining about his concern for being able to get back in the truck and having to call his wife to bring a key. He was wondering if there might be a way to pop the fastener on the sliding rear window of the truck and to reach in to trip the door lock. I perceived that his attention to fishing was fading fast, as the wind was building, so I suggested we head for the dock and devote our energies to getting in the truck.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Out came the Leatherman all purpose tool and WH2 dusted off his juvenile delinquent skills at breaking and entering. He heaved a mighty sigh of relief as the catch popped free and he slid the back window open. Only problem was that it was a small space and neither of us could get much of our (ample) anatomy inside. MacGuyver showed up again to suggest using the butt section of a stout trolling rod to reach up and push the unlock button on the door. Anticipating that the alarm would go off (it did), I was waiting beside the drivers side door with the broken key. When the door opened (and the alarm went off), I quickly jumped inside and started the truck with the broken key. The alarm quieted and two anxious old dudes began to breathe easier.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I finally got to meet WH2 after sharing a five year cyber-friendship that goes back to the old UtahFishFinder days, before BFT. We long ago decided we had a lot in common (wordy and chatty) and might get along pretty good as fishing buddies. We were right. Had a great time, in spite of all the "challenges". Heck, what would a fishing trip be without something to make it a memorable trip. Nobody likes to read a report that says "Went fishing, caught fish, went home".[/#0000ff]
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