Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
After a day on the Flats of Capr I drove another 40 miles into the desert for some more of that basss action.
The cool thing about bass is that they eat surface flies; poppers, sliders, frogs, mice, whatever. Toss your bug into the weeds and give it some action, or not. The basss will know what to do.
There are at least five different ways a basss will take a surface bug; The Sip, The Slurp, The Slash, The Gulp and The explosion. I like the all out fury of The Explosion best but the slurp is cool too cuz sometimes the biggest fish can make the smallest sips. Basss are all about suprises.
The carp flats didn't dissapoint either. Visibility was tough at times, clouds over the flats aren't a good thing. The water was still cool and some of the capr were still in spawning mode. Things should shape up nicely in the next week or two.
Conditions aside I landed almost a dozen. The first few were foul hooked though. I'm always a little twitchy on the trigger the first time out.
Monday, June 18, 2007
An evening on a bass pond a couple hours east of here, in the desert. Started out fishing for 'gills. Caught a mess of 'em on a tiny frog colored popper. Biggest one might have taped out at five inches.
After sunset I picked up two bigmouth bass. Fished a green deer hair bug, casting it to shore and stripping it back across the mats of weeds. I'm new to the bass thing so I was surprised at just how explosive the takes were. Good stuff. I could get into that fishin' for basss.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Weird bug, whatever it is. As soon as one of 'em would hatch it would attack and eat the first one of its kind that it saw. Then, if it didn't fly off quickly enough, it too would be eaten by one of its own. It just goes to show you how cheap life is up there at Brown Trout Lake.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Don't confuse Brown Trout Lake with some lowland desert stock pond like Nunnally or Lenice. Brown Trout is a wilderness lake and the fish here aren't just wild, they're mad. Mad as hell. Mad that there's never enough to eat, never time to sleep and never, ever a place to hide from the next biggest fish.
There's a lot of water in 735 acres of lake. Throw in bright blue skies and intense heat and you got yourself a typical day in Brown Trout Valley. Fortunately Trouthole and me are fish hunters from way back, back when it was hard.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Big Brown Trout Lake
Tucked away in a far and secret corner of this state is Brown Trout Lake. Most stories about Brown Trout Lake and its namesake valley are about hunting grizzly bears and mountain lions. Over the years I've only heard a couple of fishing reports from Brown Trout. They were rumors actually, vague tales whispered in the smokey back room of a Skid Row saloon. Really. For better or worse most folks have never heard of Brown Trout Lake. It sees very few visitors, offers no amenities and has probably taken the life of more than one casual sportsman. Trust funders and greenhorns please stay in your vehicles.