05-20-2015, 09:07 PM
[#0000FF]As posted last week, DWR is in need of female white bass to provide that link in the wiper hatching program. A few of us BFTers assembled and floated at Lincoln Beach this morning to lend our immoral support.
I was first on the scene about sixish...with BLK (Boatloadakids) showing up in his boat just as I was getting ready to launch. I "roared" out of the channel with BLK easily passing me...carefully dodging my impressive roostertail. He headed around to a fave spot off the orchards and I had a change of plans and angled over toward the mouth of Benjamin Slough. We were both looking first for white bass...females...to try to help the DWR netting team.
Air temp was just under 50 and water temp around 57 at launch...warming to about 60 by noon. Flat calm at launch with only occasional ripples on the water as the wind direction moved around all morning. Mostly flat until the afternoon weather started moving in. Raindrops as I was leaving about 12:30.
I brought my last six baby white bass I froze during the summer last year...to use as bait for possible catfish. My batch of smoked cat from last week was decimated by friends, relatives and other feckless freeloaders. Cheerfully downloaded my last few pieces to a worthy cause... BLK. Needed some more. Figured I could score the necessary five or six Utah Lake "cookies" on those six baits.
Dragged one of the white-ettes on the bait rod while pitching tandem tube jigs on the other rod. Missed a few taps on the plastics and caught one small male white bass on the way to the mouth of Benjamin Slough. Then the line popped from the clip on my bait rod. Waited an appropriate amount of time and went bendo on my first kitty...a nice two footer.
I covered a lot of watery real estate looking for white bass...and cats. Hooked a few whities but all were males...and some seemed to be already spawned out. Also hooked more cats. Looked like I would go one for one on the bait...one cat for each of the six baits. Then a pugnacious mudder beat the heck out of one of the little whities. I put a hole in his lip and cranked him in but could not salvage the bait. It was trashed. But the good news is the next bait was still in fairly good shape after delivering another nice cat. I put it back on and finished up with 6 channels on 5 baits. My smoker will be happy.
Put up the bait rod and started dragging a weightless tube jig rig with one rod and still pitching regular tube jigs on the other. Managed to catch a few more whities, another mudder on a weightless tube and a cantankerous carp that made my string zing. A total of 4 species. A Lincoln slam.
BLK tore up the white bass off the orchard, and kept a couple dozen for DWR. But when they checked his fish they did not find any mamas. Just like the girls to not show up...or to wait until later. He got a late start on the catfish but did catch at least one I know about. Oh yeah, as per my request he also arrowed a couple of hefty carpkind for my shrinking carp meat stash.
Met up with the DWR netting crew on the way back in. They said they had got a few female white bass yesterday...but later in the day. And they had not seen any females yet today. Girls like to play hard to get sometimes.
Met up with HNAF as I was finishing my packing up to leave. He had gone around the point...in hopes of meeting up with me. I had posted that was where I was going. Silly me. I went the other way. Oh well. At least he got a few white bass, a couple of crappies and a catfish. Better then smelling that awful smell.
There were some ominous clouds forming over the mountains and it looked like they were planning some "afternoon delight" for us. And there were even a few parting rain drops as I loaded my last bags in the car for the ride home.
Hope the netting crew was able to score some more pregnant mama whities. The wiper program is tough enough without having to fight the fickle female whitie syndrome.
Good to see all you guys and share the water with ya again.
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I was first on the scene about sixish...with BLK (Boatloadakids) showing up in his boat just as I was getting ready to launch. I "roared" out of the channel with BLK easily passing me...carefully dodging my impressive roostertail. He headed around to a fave spot off the orchards and I had a change of plans and angled over toward the mouth of Benjamin Slough. We were both looking first for white bass...females...to try to help the DWR netting team.
Air temp was just under 50 and water temp around 57 at launch...warming to about 60 by noon. Flat calm at launch with only occasional ripples on the water as the wind direction moved around all morning. Mostly flat until the afternoon weather started moving in. Raindrops as I was leaving about 12:30.
I brought my last six baby white bass I froze during the summer last year...to use as bait for possible catfish. My batch of smoked cat from last week was decimated by friends, relatives and other feckless freeloaders. Cheerfully downloaded my last few pieces to a worthy cause... BLK. Needed some more. Figured I could score the necessary five or six Utah Lake "cookies" on those six baits.
Dragged one of the white-ettes on the bait rod while pitching tandem tube jigs on the other rod. Missed a few taps on the plastics and caught one small male white bass on the way to the mouth of Benjamin Slough. Then the line popped from the clip on my bait rod. Waited an appropriate amount of time and went bendo on my first kitty...a nice two footer.
I covered a lot of watery real estate looking for white bass...and cats. Hooked a few whities but all were males...and some seemed to be already spawned out. Also hooked more cats. Looked like I would go one for one on the bait...one cat for each of the six baits. Then a pugnacious mudder beat the heck out of one of the little whities. I put a hole in his lip and cranked him in but could not salvage the bait. It was trashed. But the good news is the next bait was still in fairly good shape after delivering another nice cat. I put it back on and finished up with 6 channels on 5 baits. My smoker will be happy.
Put up the bait rod and started dragging a weightless tube jig rig with one rod and still pitching regular tube jigs on the other. Managed to catch a few more whities, another mudder on a weightless tube and a cantankerous carp that made my string zing. A total of 4 species. A Lincoln slam.
BLK tore up the white bass off the orchard, and kept a couple dozen for DWR. But when they checked his fish they did not find any mamas. Just like the girls to not show up...or to wait until later. He got a late start on the catfish but did catch at least one I know about. Oh yeah, as per my request he also arrowed a couple of hefty carpkind for my shrinking carp meat stash.
Met up with the DWR netting crew on the way back in. They said they had got a few female white bass yesterday...but later in the day. And they had not seen any females yet today. Girls like to play hard to get sometimes.
Met up with HNAF as I was finishing my packing up to leave. He had gone around the point...in hopes of meeting up with me. I had posted that was where I was going. Silly me. I went the other way. Oh well. At least he got a few white bass, a couple of crappies and a catfish. Better then smelling that awful smell.
There were some ominous clouds forming over the mountains and it looked like they were planning some "afternoon delight" for us. And there were even a few parting rain drops as I loaded my last bags in the car for the ride home.
Hope the netting crew was able to score some more pregnant mama whities. The wiper program is tough enough without having to fight the fickle female whitie syndrome.
Good to see all you guys and share the water with ya again.
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