Over Zealous!? Perhaps

Friday night we went to bed thinking if the storm breaks we will be on our way. Saturday morning came in dry and cold. We packed up the boat with our trolling gear and hit the road for one of our favorite lakes. We haven't been able to fish this lake for a few years due to the quagga mussel infestation. Over the past three year the Utah DWR has followed it and kept records on it and deemed it clean for this summer. We are excited to get back on this lake. Sorry, I won't divulge the name of this lake in this or any other article on this blog, if you want to know come and go with us.

Snow and ice on the road

We hit the road by 5 am and was excited the mountains still had plenty of low hanging clouds on them and the further we went we could see they were heavy and dark with moisture. We still felt if we could get on the water for a couple hours we would be rewarded greatly. We traveled up the canyon and the further we went the deeper the snow got and the colder the temperature dropped. We weren't too surprised when we reached the summit the roads were not plowed and they were filled with ice. Towing a boat made it fun! We continued on with hopes being able to still make it to the ramp. Low and behold we finally made it to the turnoff for the ramp. It was buried in snow, now the mule could do it we thought but with the boat in tow we thought better of it. We came so close to our destiny it hurt and we could see the open water just a few hundred yards away and the road in was buried in 2 feet of snow. We decided to go over the top to the next lake and as we ventures toward that summit it began to snow on us, we turned around and decided to hit yet another lake in the vicinity. On the way back to the turn off we noticed a truck on the road to the ramp nothing in tow and they were up to their differentials in snow and locking in their hubs. We thought they were probably looking at us thinking those "Nut Jobs, up here with a boat" probably more colorful phrases were used. We continued on after seeing them start to move again. We made it back to the summit and headed toward the other lake on our hit list. The clouds closed in on us and we couldn't see more than a 100 feet of road. We again turned around and headed for the canyon and went to the valley.

So close yet so far

At this point and time I was thinking I should have stayed home and relined my reels and got somethings ready for the rest of the season. Parker on the other hand was thinking we have the boat in tow and we were going to fish. So we turned south hoping to get away from the weather. Didn't work we ran into ran heading to Yuba Reservoir. We again had heard the fishing was good for Pike and some perch even. We made it to the ramp by 9 am and launched the boat in pretty strong winds and white caps. Headed over to the islands to get out of the winds and we pulled into the bay and the wind was buffered and the fish finders were going nuts. We felt good about our choice and started throwing lures and jigs and spinners and spoons and, and, and you get the idea we threw everything they had said was the hot ticket and then fell back to our favorites. We fished until noon, again Parker had to work that afternoon so we had to be back early. We fished the cliff lines the sand bars, the drop offs, the points, the changes structure and so on and so on.....Nothing but we saw what we figured was buzzing the finder so much when we noticed big clumps of Carp around us gulping air.

We marked this weekend up to another blank, no excuses we both hate getting beat by lakes. Mother Nature wasn't cooperating and maybe that moved the fish off the charts and changed their hits. Notes were taken and marks were made in our journals. Water temp was still 50-51 degrees but the barometric pressure was all over the place Saturday with the storms rolling in and out.