Monday, May 26, 2014

Fish Lake Report: Memorial Day Gambit

I went out for my Memorial Day outing last Wednesday. Thought I'd get a jump on the crowds. Campgrounds were already filling up fast then, and the safe bet is that lakes are crowded this weekend.

I also went to a different lake, Fish Lake, just up the road from Trout Lake. Trout Lake used to be a well-kept secret, but in recent years it has gotten worked over heavily early in the season, and this year is no exception. Trout Lake is also a special regulations lake--single barbless hook, no bait, and no motors--so it attracts fly fishermen. Fish Lake is just a lake--anything is OK--but it is a trout lake, so I figured I'd show the fish some things maybe they hadn't seen before.

Conditions were great. I was the only fisherman until evening when a couple of boats came out to troll. And I was the only fly fisherman.


I kicked across to a long, beautiful shoreline. My plan was to throw a muddler and cover as much of the shoreline as I could.


I hadn't fished this lake for a long time, so I wasn't sure what I'd find. What I found was trout, many tucked up against the bank, others a few feet to ten feet out, but all more than willing to hit a muddler. Many took before the strip, others chased and hit.


Most fish were pansized, but a select few distinguished themselves by their fight and their color. They earned a close up photo.


The south shoreline is forested, with trees hanging over the water, and I felt something hit my hat and shortly later begin to walk down my neck. I brushed it off and discovered a cicada. I didn't see or hear any others, but it's possible that the trout here are seeing some, and perhaps took my muddler for an acceptable imitation. I like to think that, anyway.


I worked down to a famous rope swing. I've never used it, but my oldest son was here just a few days ago. No one was swinging when I passed, but a group showed up later and made the lake ring with their shouts and screams.


I kicked across to the northern bank and worked back. This is a very different type of shoreline: rock, willows, reeds, and mainly shallow weed beds.


But the fish were there.


Back down near the west end of the lake (Fish Lake stretches west to east, while Trout Lake is situated north to south) I passed near a giant campground. It sits just over that well-worn bank. Big RV's and trailers were rolling in all afternoon, and by the weekend there is a virtual town over there.


Looking toward the campground, you're also looking north up the valley where Trout Lake lies just a few miles away.


I worked around the west end and found fish rising in the early evening calm. They slashed the muddler.


I swung around to the south shoreline again and began working back around to complete the circle. This is an enchanting stretch, with little campsites set in the forest. But, alas, it was already badly littered with piles of beer cans, plastic bags, and even a broken lawn chair.

Idiots. This is why I haven't been back here in so long. Trout Lake--knock on wood--is a pristine wilderness compared to this abused lake.


I put that out of my mind, moved on down past the campsites, and found more eager fish.


Then I came to a spot I knew. This rock was where I brought my boys to fish over seven years ago when we first moved here. There's a road up there in the trees behind the rock, so we'd drive around, hike down, climb up on this rock, and throw out a few lines baited with power bait. We caught fish, too. Sometimes I'd bring my fly rod and cast from up there and pick up a fish or two.


I enjoyed the memories as I kicked on down the shoreline.


I closed the circle and kicked back across to the truck. I was satisfied and ready to head for home.


But I stood and watched fish rise for awhile. It had been a good afternoon, and I really enjoyed the change of pace of a new and very long shoreline.


I'm looking forward to Trout Lake again. But maybe I won't stay away from Fish Lake so long this time.

2 comments:

  1. Another good day on another good lake.

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  2. Great report Jim...it's always nice to visit a piece of water you havn't fished in awhile , such a shame that our fellow anglers and campers can't be bothered to pick up after themselves though. I often wonder what some of those peoples homes look like? I suppose maybe they have a wife or mother that picks up after them constantly...

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