Thursday Shifty and I ventured to Rockport Reservoir to try for some Brown trout and smallmouth bass. we made it to the ramp at sunrise and quickly realized the water was turbulent and very low. We drove down the ramp and to see if it was as bad as it looked and it was worse. We decided to go back to another lake, but on the way out of the park we came upon three bucks. All three were nice sized 4 points. We managed to get pictures of two of them but the larger of the three managed to sneak around us. They were a sight to see! We made it back to the overlook for Jordanelle and it was glass! We had decided to go to Strawberry along the way but when we seen this we made a quick call to the marina to see what their conditions were like. The gal that answered the phone told us that she couldn't see the lake due to the fog. Hmmm, "oh so there is no wind?" "correct" at that point we kept driving to Strawberry knowing that the fish would be hungry and aggressive.
We made it to the marina and she was not kidding the fog was socked in we could see about 20 feet and that was stretching it. We readies the boat and drove down the ramp. At the ramp the UDWR was there waiting for a load of planters to put in Strawberry. Launched the boat and headed out into the abyss. We dropped the trolling motor and began trolling, watching the gps map on the fish finder. About 10 minutes into the troll Shifty got a hit and hooked up the first of what we planned on being a multitude of fish for the day. Landing it we continued on, but we got off course and ended up at Hawes Point and we were looking for the opening of the Narrows. Correcting our course we started out across the fog covered water and every once in a while get a glimpse of another boat on the lake. We trolled for about 30 minutes but grew tired of the pace and pulled up the trolling motor and made our way across the lake. I was in the nose watching the map and Shifty was driving, I was also watching for the shore to come out of the fog. We made it across as the shore eerily came into view, it was right out of the old horror movies.
We dropped the trolling motor again and made our way along the shoreline into the Narrows. I wanted to go into the Narrows to see the island I didn't know existed until I studied the map, Shifty didn't know it was there either. As we fished along the shore we came out of the fog and into the branch off leg that separated the inside island and we turned up that leg. Still no fish at this time, not so hot and heavy. we ventured up the leg and seen two other boats in the channel and they weren't catching anything either. Shifty put on a rapala and within a few minutes he caught his second a nice rainbow trout. we got into the channel far enough that the water was to shallow to really troll so we turned around and headed out to the main Narrows channel. We changed up colors, size and speed but couldn't get another bite. Back in the main channel the wind was blowing and cooled us down a bit. On the way out of the channel we saw a Bald Eagle fishing and then perch on a rock watching us fish. A cool sight to see.
We were back on the main body and seen a few boats in a bay right outside the channel and decided to join them. A little ways into the bay we decide to pull in our trolling gear and started casting hardware at the bank. We fished into the bay along the bank almost the end. Shifty kept saying lets go out a little deeper and about the time I was going to turn the boat out into the deeper water I got my hook up. It felt heavy and fight pretty good. As the fish neared the boat we could both see it was a nice Cutthroat. When Shifty got it in the net we both gave out a little yell because it was a "Walter". Measuring out to 22 inches and 4 pounds it was the catch of the day and my PR for Cutthroat Trout. After a couple pictures we released it to fight again another day.
We fished the bay for a little while longer but nothing. We went back into another bay across the lake and fished it for about an hour. Then we moved to Mudd Creek and fished there for about an hour and Shifty did manage to get another small cutthroat to the boat. 3 pm and we had put four fish in the boat. We were hungry and tired and decided to call it. So we headed out of Mudd Creek and back toward the marina trolling for another hour and then we called it and pull the trolling motor in and ran to the ramp. Getting to the ramp I got off to get the truck and the boat died, out of gas! It has been a good season! We loaded the boat with the trolling motor and made our way to Heber and ate at the Dairy Keen and then home.
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