05-18-2020, 08:50 PM
Well, getting this site to open up and allow posts and replies is almost as uncooperative as the fish were at UL this weekend. But the second one was still more fun that the first one. 
Wife and I got to LB ramp about 8 a.m. Saturday. Several other boats launching at same time, but all obviously knew what they were doing, cuz all launches went smooth, all boats preceded out the channel in orderly fashion, and when their individual ways once past the buoy line.
We made our habitual left turn heading south-west. Got out in about 10 fow, pinged lots of fishy looking little dots on the sonar out between first and second springs. Dropped anchor, baited up one line each with cut carp that had been caught at Bear River Friday, and one light line each with various jigs, fligs, worms, Gulp plastics, and even a small chunk of cut carp to sweeten a medium flig hook. We both had a few tug issues, but not of the fish variety. Snags. I had to break off a couple small bait hooks that stuck good and fast into something solid and heavy. Wife got her 5/0 circle hook lodged in something heavy that would move but not come un-stuck. We pulled up lines, reversed direction with the motor, and "pop" out it came. Bait, hook, weight, line, everything still intact.
Maybe after an hour or so casting for whities, I got one that hit the tail of a white curly tail grub, held on almost to the boat, then stuck it's
out and let go. But I tricked that little bugger on the very next cast. I cut the tail off the grub leaving a small bit of grub body and the tail, wrapped hooked it back on the pink jig head leaving just about 1/4" of tail to wiggle off the edge of the hook. Cast out, let settle, take two or three cranks on the reel, let the bait drop again, and smack.......got that sucker....or at least one of his cousins 
OK, a little more variation for bait. Then the wife saw her heavy line move a bit, thought maybe it was boat swing, but reeled up some of the slack, and it straightened out. Not a pole bender, but another whitie that was somehow able to suck the entire 5/0 hook into it's mouth with a fairly good size chunk of cut carp. Even more bait now on hand. And a good thing too, sort of.............cuz that was the bitter end of the catchin for Saturday. A trip out to Bird Island yielded nothing but a photo of the very small amount of island sticking up out of the water, and about 6 or 8 other boats all doing just exactly as well as we were...........nada..........zip...... zilch.
Called it a day about 2:30 and headed back to the hotel. Had a dang fine meal at The Strap Tank Brewery.
Sunday: Had breakfast at the IHop, headed to Provo State Park. On the water about 9 a.m.. High cloud cover, warm, very light breeze, calm water. Motored out the marina and around to the east bank just off the camp grounds. Dropped anchor right on top of a fish icon waypoint I had saved last year. In about 5 fow, about 50 yards off the brush, and weed line. Again, lots of fish arcs on the sonar. But they must have all been on their way to Sunday School cuz they paid no attention to the treats we were dropping over the side and out in their path.
Had a few real tentative tugs on the lines set up for whities, saw several carp jump and splash near and far. Then when it was super quiet, no other boat noise, no airplanes heading to the Provo Airport (yet) almost no noise from anywhere.......ZIIIIIING, out screams my reel. First time almost all year I've heard that
. A few minutes of tug and run and I get a nice momma kitty into the net. And.....................that was it for the rest of our time on the water. Now, had I a paint gun with dayglow yellow oil paint with me on the boat, I could have totally repainted a red and black Malibu Wake board boat that ran past us at just barely over 150 feet. Back and forth at least a dozen times. And the entire center of the lake from us to the west was as empty as that boat operators brain. 
Called it a weekend, got back on the road, and then noticed the wind really cranking up. Good timing.
Wife and I got to LB ramp about 8 a.m. Saturday. Several other boats launching at same time, but all obviously knew what they were doing, cuz all launches went smooth, all boats preceded out the channel in orderly fashion, and when their individual ways once past the buoy line.
We made our habitual left turn heading south-west. Got out in about 10 fow, pinged lots of fishy looking little dots on the sonar out between first and second springs. Dropped anchor, baited up one line each with cut carp that had been caught at Bear River Friday, and one light line each with various jigs, fligs, worms, Gulp plastics, and even a small chunk of cut carp to sweeten a medium flig hook. We both had a few tug issues, but not of the fish variety. Snags. I had to break off a couple small bait hooks that stuck good and fast into something solid and heavy. Wife got her 5/0 circle hook lodged in something heavy that would move but not come un-stuck. We pulled up lines, reversed direction with the motor, and "pop" out it came. Bait, hook, weight, line, everything still intact.
Maybe after an hour or so casting for whities, I got one that hit the tail of a white curly tail grub, held on almost to the boat, then stuck it's
out and let go. But I tricked that little bugger on the very next cast. I cut the tail off the grub leaving a small bit of grub body and the tail, wrapped hooked it back on the pink jig head leaving just about 1/4" of tail to wiggle off the edge of the hook. Cast out, let settle, take two or three cranks on the reel, let the bait drop again, and smack.......got that sucker....or at least one of his cousins OK, a little more variation for bait. Then the wife saw her heavy line move a bit, thought maybe it was boat swing, but reeled up some of the slack, and it straightened out. Not a pole bender, but another whitie that was somehow able to suck the entire 5/0 hook into it's mouth with a fairly good size chunk of cut carp. Even more bait now on hand. And a good thing too, sort of.............cuz that was the bitter end of the catchin for Saturday. A trip out to Bird Island yielded nothing but a photo of the very small amount of island sticking up out of the water, and about 6 or 8 other boats all doing just exactly as well as we were...........nada..........zip...... zilch.Called it a day about 2:30 and headed back to the hotel. Had a dang fine meal at The Strap Tank Brewery.
Sunday: Had breakfast at the IHop, headed to Provo State Park. On the water about 9 a.m.. High cloud cover, warm, very light breeze, calm water. Motored out the marina and around to the east bank just off the camp grounds. Dropped anchor right on top of a fish icon waypoint I had saved last year. In about 5 fow, about 50 yards off the brush, and weed line. Again, lots of fish arcs on the sonar. But they must have all been on their way to Sunday School cuz they paid no attention to the treats we were dropping over the side and out in their path.
Had a few real tentative tugs on the lines set up for whities, saw several carp jump and splash near and far. Then when it was super quiet, no other boat noise, no airplanes heading to the Provo Airport (yet) almost no noise from anywhere.......ZIIIIIING, out screams my reel. First time almost all year I've heard that
. A few minutes of tug and run and I get a nice momma kitty into the net. And.....................that was it for the rest of our time on the water. Now, had I a paint gun with dayglow yellow oil paint with me on the boat, I could have totally repainted a red and black Malibu Wake board boat that ran past us at just barely over 150 feet. Back and forth at least a dozen times. And the entire center of the lake from us to the west was as empty as that boat operators brain. Called it a weekend, got back on the road, and then noticed the wind really cranking up. Good timing.
"OCD = Obsessive Catfish Disorder "
Or so it says on my license plate holder
Or so it says on my license plate holder
