What can I say except that I have been a big slacker lately as far as blogging and fishing. What with motor on our boat having to be repaired…lots of rain and wind..work..and that darned lawn constantly demanding to be mowed (well at least semi-constantly as my wife Pat does more of the mowing than me), my excuses are piling up higher than Josh Beckett’s ERA.
So yesterday morning I headed up Rt.3 to Lake St. George to put the 50 hp thru it’s paces and coincidentally do some actual fishing.
All went well as I pulled away from the boat landing and soon I was deciding on which streamer pattern I would be using. I finally decided on this pretty number..a Crystal Smelt pattern that I picked up on my last trip to L.L.Bean. Attached to a full sinking fly line
this little beauty should be just the ticket to entice a wary landlocked salmon.
The lake was a dark and foreboding place yesterday morning with low-lying clouds and a slight mist in the air, the breeze kicking up what my Dad used to call salmon chop.
And there were fish showing up, pretty steadily all morning on my sonar …
Skirting one of the islands I came across this platform overhanging the rocks and ledge.
Would there be fish lurking in its shadow? Would my crystal smelt make its hoped for magic?
And not far from the platform..a strike..FISH ON…a leap..and then..FISH OFF.. Disappointing but exciting in the anticipation of my first successful LL salmon trip for the season. During the next 4 hours I got exactly 0 strikes during which time I drank two bottles of water, snacked on pretzels and consumed a roast beef and swiss cheese sandwich.
With the wind starting to pick up and the chop getting more choppy , in desperation I decided to troll back toward the boat landing, and as I was cleaning up my crumbs, a hit! This time the hook was well set and with my landing net prepared to cradle my catch I reeled in…in great excitement to find….
one small bass..my only catch for the day.
But I’m ok with it all. The motor ran great and it’s always great to be back on the water..except when it rains, or is foggy, or too windy, or too cold, or Big Ray, my yellow lab, upchucks in the boat, or ……