07-16-2018, 11:49 PM
Took our time Sunday getting up and deciding where to go. Didn't want to fight the Deer flies at Bear River, catching average hasn't been so good at Willard again this year and was too late to avoid the power squadron, Utah Lake too far away for a late start, don't really like East Canyon or Rockport or some of the other Trout waters. So....decided on second trip to Benson.
Got on the water there somewhere about 1030, didn't really keep track. Except for a couple bank anglers at the highway bridge, was pretty deserted. Took off and headed under the bridge, our goal was getting to the old train trestle at the south end. All the water in that area is pretty shallow, but stopped at a spot about half way around that had 3.6 fow. Dropped anchor, put the Bimini top up, baited up some hooks with worms and sat back expecting a fairly slow day. WRONG ! Mates poles and mine were jerking and jumping so constantly, we both cut back to just one pole. We started with the typical mud cats, and after about an hour, lost count. Had to be 20 or 25 each in that first spot. Took no photos. Up anchored and moved over to the train trestle. Anchored up about 15 yards off and could see Carp splashin and jumpin under every section of the bridge. Tried to interest them in some nice fresh crawlers (cuz I need some more Cat bait) no sale. Guess they were to busy makin whoopee to think about eating. Caught several more mudders. I got a hit that seemed lots heavier than the rest, boated it.....same size mudder, that had wrapped my line around a big chunk of ......what else.....MUD. Sun was starting to bake my Mate, so we went back to the highway bridge, dropped the top, and anchored under the bridge. Nice and cool there in the shade. After snagging up in the rocks on the bottom, switched to worms under bobbers. Cast up under the other side of bridge, let it drift back, hit almost every time. Started boating some cute little Channel Cats.
Nothing big, but just easy fun and away from the house. Had some laughs, for example, Mate boated one of our many, many mudders. Then realized the fish had held on to the worm all the way into the boat, but not hooked. So she picks it up and breaks off a piece of worm and feeds it to the little mud booger like it was a pet. [laugh].
Getting on past 4 P.M. couple wave runners showed up and broke the quiet. Decided to pack it in and head home. Got boat all road ready, and Mate says "is your little mud cat in the live well still alive?" Had forgotten all about that one. Looked to be possibly smaller than the present smallest Cat posted on the contest, so had dropped in the live well hours earlier. Got the tape measure and Cat placard out, Mate used her smart phone took about a dozen photos. Little guy was still breathing, so released him back to the water at the boat ramp.
Nothing big or earth shattering, but a nice peaceful day on the water. [
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Got on the water there somewhere about 1030, didn't really keep track. Except for a couple bank anglers at the highway bridge, was pretty deserted. Took off and headed under the bridge, our goal was getting to the old train trestle at the south end. All the water in that area is pretty shallow, but stopped at a spot about half way around that had 3.6 fow. Dropped anchor, put the Bimini top up, baited up some hooks with worms and sat back expecting a fairly slow day. WRONG ! Mates poles and mine were jerking and jumping so constantly, we both cut back to just one pole. We started with the typical mud cats, and after about an hour, lost count. Had to be 20 or 25 each in that first spot. Took no photos. Up anchored and moved over to the train trestle. Anchored up about 15 yards off and could see Carp splashin and jumpin under every section of the bridge. Tried to interest them in some nice fresh crawlers (cuz I need some more Cat bait) no sale. Guess they were to busy makin whoopee to think about eating. Caught several more mudders. I got a hit that seemed lots heavier than the rest, boated it.....same size mudder, that had wrapped my line around a big chunk of ......what else.....MUD. Sun was starting to bake my Mate, so we went back to the highway bridge, dropped the top, and anchored under the bridge. Nice and cool there in the shade. After snagging up in the rocks on the bottom, switched to worms under bobbers. Cast up under the other side of bridge, let it drift back, hit almost every time. Started boating some cute little Channel Cats.
Nothing big, but just easy fun and away from the house. Had some laughs, for example, Mate boated one of our many, many mudders. Then realized the fish had held on to the worm all the way into the boat, but not hooked. So she picks it up and breaks off a piece of worm and feeds it to the little mud booger like it was a pet. [laugh].
Getting on past 4 P.M. couple wave runners showed up and broke the quiet. Decided to pack it in and head home. Got boat all road ready, and Mate says "is your little mud cat in the live well still alive?" Had forgotten all about that one. Looked to be possibly smaller than the present smallest Cat posted on the contest, so had dropped in the live well hours earlier. Got the tape measure and Cat placard out, Mate used her smart phone took about a dozen photos. Little guy was still breathing, so released him back to the water at the boat ramp.
Nothing big or earth shattering, but a nice peaceful day on the water. [
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