I joined up with T-Boz on Tuesday to see if we could do any good at Rockport. I ran into travel issues what with the storm and all. I always find it interesting to come upon cars on their sides with their headlights shining off down into the Provo River. So Trenton got all set up and came back for me on his Razor when I got there a little later. The good news is that he already had two fair perch on the ice. The park ranger came by and we chatted for a while. He let us know that it was against the rules to use an orv to access the lake so we ended up hoofing it. I wasnt there long when I caught a very small perch. I told Trenton that its name was NOT "skunk." I followed it up later with a much smaller guppy. Meanwhile he caught a few more and a couple of them were big enough to take home to eat. Mine were destined for the bait freezer. The bite really was cold all day. Trenton drilled some new holes and set up for trout. He got a nice 19.5" rainbow, then an average one. I drilled a lot of holes moving around trying to jack up some kind of action. Was seeing pretty much zilch. Sometime after noon I worked my way back to our starting spot, borrowed some of Trenton's hot bait and managed to land a nice 19" rainbow. The trout were caught somewhere in the 12-16' range.
I drilled holes in water from 16'-42'. Depth didn't seem to make a lot of difference but the trout were caught in 42 fow. Both pink and green worked. If T-Boz wants to tell more details I'm sure he'll chime in.
The ice was 5.5-6.5" with an inch or so of snow that turned to slush wherever we were.
I stopped at the little store there and entered my fish in the weekly contest. I was the first to enter. I was in first place and if no one enters a bigger one by Saturday I'll win a free pizza.
I drilled holes in water from 16'-42'. Depth didn't seem to make a lot of difference but the trout were caught in 42 fow. Both pink and green worked. If T-Boz wants to tell more details I'm sure he'll chime in.
The ice was 5.5-6.5" with an inch or so of snow that turned to slush wherever we were.
I stopped at the little store there and entered my fish in the weekly contest. I was the first to enter. I was in first place and if no one enters a bigger one by Saturday I'll win a free pizza.
The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.