08-06-2018, 11:29 PM
[#0000ff]Ya gotta go for the gusto when things line up right. Wind forecast for today on Utah Lake was favorable so I launched at Lindon. Air temp at 6:30 departure was a nice 60. Water temp 75. Water level was just under 3 feet all the way out to the open lake.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As soon as it was light enough to see I noticed a greenish sheen on the water...with some areas heavier than others. Algae. Yuck. But there was never more than the merest ripple all day. Most of the time the surface was like glass.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Tried a few casts inside the harbor and around the corners of the dike going into the main lake. No love on my tandem tube jig rig.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Full power down to the bubbleup. Water level barely 4 feet at the end buoy...and no water coming in out of the pipes. That usually spells poor fishing. Not today. Started worked down the pipe from the end toward the shoreline. About the fifth or sixth cast I found a school of hungry whities. Pow, zing. Every cast was an almost instant hookup. Kept a couple for bait and released several more.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]One of my objectives was to try to bump my kitty score with a couple of bigger fish. So I moved out to deeper water and started soaking bait. All quiet on the kitty front. So I worked my way back to the 3-4 foot zone to see if they might be shallower. They were. Got a few...but nothing over about 24". Also got some @#$%& white bass that somehow snarfed down the 6-7 inch big minnows meant for big cats.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I got close to the area I had found all the jig munchin' whities I fired off some more tube jig casts in their direction. Musta really been a school of them. I got doubles on the next ten or twelve casts. No monsters but filletable sized 10-11 inchers. I ended up keeping a couple dozen for "surf and surf" but released at least twice as many more.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The heat was rising and the green sheen on the water was increasing by a little after ten. The smoky haze was still ugly but visibility was a little better when the sun got higher. I figured I could probably get off the water early and still count it a good day. I had caught some cats and was thoroughly abused by the white bass. Coulda been worse.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I pulled away from the bubbleup I pitched out a big LHBE minnow on one rod and rigged a flig with a smaller piece of minnow on the other. I had just taken a bite of my "brunch" sammich when the line popped off the clip on the bait rod. But it did not go ripping off like it does when a good sized kitty comes to play. I figured it might be another minnow munching white bass. I flipped the bail closed, reeled down until the line came tight and then WHAM...set the hook. But, instead of a broken-necked whitie on the end of the line there was solid resistance. My rod tip did not move back toward me. And then my reel began that song I love...the one about losing line and all that.
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[#0000ff]That fish kicked my old behind. Took a while to get it close to the tube...with several short runs against the drag. And once it was closer it wanted to make me dizzy...taking me around and around in my tube. I had already counted it as being over 30 inches. But when I laid it on the bump board the best I could get was 27.5. That fish definitely punched over it's weight class. And I was pleased enough with it that I sent it off to fight another day...after a few pics of course.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]That was the grand finale. I continued to drag some bait and cast some jigs for a while but I was ramped up and packed up by noon. With the dropping water levels and the green goo making another appearance it might be my last trip to Lindon for a while.
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[#0000ff]As soon as it was light enough to see I noticed a greenish sheen on the water...with some areas heavier than others. Algae. Yuck. But there was never more than the merest ripple all day. Most of the time the surface was like glass.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Tried a few casts inside the harbor and around the corners of the dike going into the main lake. No love on my tandem tube jig rig.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Full power down to the bubbleup. Water level barely 4 feet at the end buoy...and no water coming in out of the pipes. That usually spells poor fishing. Not today. Started worked down the pipe from the end toward the shoreline. About the fifth or sixth cast I found a school of hungry whities. Pow, zing. Every cast was an almost instant hookup. Kept a couple for bait and released several more.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]One of my objectives was to try to bump my kitty score with a couple of bigger fish. So I moved out to deeper water and started soaking bait. All quiet on the kitty front. So I worked my way back to the 3-4 foot zone to see if they might be shallower. They were. Got a few...but nothing over about 24". Also got some @#$%& white bass that somehow snarfed down the 6-7 inch big minnows meant for big cats.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I got close to the area I had found all the jig munchin' whities I fired off some more tube jig casts in their direction. Musta really been a school of them. I got doubles on the next ten or twelve casts. No monsters but filletable sized 10-11 inchers. I ended up keeping a couple dozen for "surf and surf" but released at least twice as many more.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]The heat was rising and the green sheen on the water was increasing by a little after ten. The smoky haze was still ugly but visibility was a little better when the sun got higher. I figured I could probably get off the water early and still count it a good day. I had caught some cats and was thoroughly abused by the white bass. Coulda been worse.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]As I pulled away from the bubbleup I pitched out a big LHBE minnow on one rod and rigged a flig with a smaller piece of minnow on the other. I had just taken a bite of my "brunch" sammich when the line popped off the clip on the bait rod. But it did not go ripping off like it does when a good sized kitty comes to play. I figured it might be another minnow munching white bass. I flipped the bail closed, reeled down until the line came tight and then WHAM...set the hook. But, instead of a broken-necked whitie on the end of the line there was solid resistance. My rod tip did not move back toward me. And then my reel began that song I love...the one about losing line and all that.
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[#0000ff]That fish kicked my old behind. Took a while to get it close to the tube...with several short runs against the drag. And once it was closer it wanted to make me dizzy...taking me around and around in my tube. I had already counted it as being over 30 inches. But when I laid it on the bump board the best I could get was 27.5. That fish definitely punched over it's weight class. And I was pleased enough with it that I sent it off to fight another day...after a few pics of course.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]That was the grand finale. I continued to drag some bait and cast some jigs for a while but I was ramped up and packed up by noon. With the dropping water levels and the green goo making another appearance it might be my last trip to Lindon for a while.
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