It seems like back to school time arrives earlier every year, and this year definitely seemed to creep up on me. I’m not sure how it is for other teachers, but it seems like I always have tons of things I want to get done, trips I want to make, places …
It seems like back to school time arrives earlier every year, and this year definitely seemed to creep up on me. I'm not sure how it is for other teachers, but it seems like I always have tons of things I want to get done, trips I want to make, places I'd like to fish, then I turn around and the first day of school is here. Makes me long for the Summer afternoons when I could sneak away with the
I’m driving through Nephi canyon reminding myself of the potentially great fishing in store for us and using it as motivation to stay awake. My two boys are in the car with me and although they’re awake you wouldn’t know it from their silence. I’m keep…
I'm driving through Nephi canyon reminding myself of the potentially great fishing in store for us and using it as motivation to stay awake. My two boys are in the car with me and although they're awake you wouldn't know it from their silence. I'm keeping an eye out for deer, and good thing too as we come up on a nice buck just off the right shoulder. Pretty cool to see, but I'm glad he wasn't actually in the road. Feeling like leaving my fly rod at home is a mistake, but I know there wouldn't be much of an opportunity to use it. Besides, I don't like leaving it in the car anyway. Still, I can't shake the feeling a major piece of my equipment has been forgotten.
Getting up to Bountiful where we'll meet my brother and his son is just the first leg of the drive. From there we'll be in his truck towing the boat, and heading up to Strawberry Reservoir.
The 'berry' has been known as Utah's premier trout fishery for many years. When I was a kid there were some years we'd fish it almost weekly through the Summer. Mostly we'd troll popgear & worms (till I really started hating this method of fishing), though there were evenings when the flyrods came out to cast to risers. The drive is considerably longer for me now, and with so many opportunities closer to home, I just don't get up there very often. In fact, I hadn't been there for quite a few years so I was excited to see what a few more years with the slot limit had done to the quality of the fish (all Cutthroat Trout between 15" and 22" must be released).
Did I say the kids were quiet? I meant until they got together with their cousin. Then they became extremely loud and excited (though I don't think the excitement had anything to do with fishing). I've never seen "The Lego Movie", but I'm pretty sure they quoted most of it. This included singing that annoying song from it repeatedly. Oh well, at least they were having fun.
|Kids being nerdy|
Once we arrived at Strawberry Bay Marina a DWR Officer came over filled out an invasive species checklist for us and we were good to go. Then I remembered why having a big motor on your fishing boat is so nice. Talk about mobility! This, along with the nice (expensive) fish finder and downriggers make catching fish seem like a certainty. Sure enough we were quickly into some Cutts that the kids enjoyed catching.
|Cado with a Cutty|
When the initial bite quieted down the kids took to entertaining themselves in the bow of the boat while My brother and I did some catching. We were trolling dodgers with everything from Apex lures to Wedding Rings trailing. But the day's best producer by far was a Kokanut in rainbow color that my Brother claimed I tied (basically just a bucktail with flashabou instead of bucktail). I don't remember tying this one specifically, but it's very possible and I'll claim it since it worked so well. We went hoping for Kokanee Salmon but they eluded us. Not a big let-down, since those Cutts were so fun, but they'd have been nice to see.
|For some reason, Cado was the only kid we got pics of with fish|
About 1:00pm we decided to pull out and make our way home. By the time we were back in Bountiful the short night caught up with me and we crashed at my Dad's for a few hours till I could attempt the drive back home. It would've been nice to see the Wife today, but you can't have everything, and sure enough she was already in bed when we pulled in just after midnight.
Hope you can get out there, be safe, and enjoy the water.
|Not my favorite way to fish, but it's still pretty fun|
Can I just say something here? I have the best Wife. Ever. I mean seriously, have you seen how much I fish? Life with me is a constant barrage of gear, tying flies, reading fishing books/blogs, videos, and then the actual fishing trips. It’s a lot to p…
Can I just say something here? I have the best Wife. Ever. I mean seriously, have you seen how much I fish? Life with me is a constant barrage of gear, tying flies, reading fishing books/blogs, videos, and then the actual fishing trips. It's a lot to put up with, and if you factor in all the hunting & music stuff I do it doesn't leave a lot of time to do other things (like lawn mowing). Most women wouldn't put up with it, but she does and I thought I should point that out.
Anyway, yesterday morning I woke Atley up out of a dead sleep and asked him to go fishing with me. He was all for it so we got things ready to go. I was itching to get to our destination as quickly as possible but I knew the day would go much smoother if we had some needed supplies. When going solo I'm usually not worried about eating or drinking anything but water, but going spartan doesn't work with kids. Peanut butter sandwiches, starburst candy, and lots to drink makes all the difference in the world when heading out with the young'uns.
Once we were getting close to the 'trailhead' (such as it is) a coyote streaked across the road. It's always remarkable how quickly they disappear, and we hoped to do the same. Along the trail Atley found a lot of things he felt like were picture worthy.
|He thought it was so cool that the trail went under this broken tree!|
Upon arrival we started fishing up the shore line with little to no success, but were working towards where I knew the fish would be. Unfortunately, our secret spot isn't secret. A group of three young anglers joined us at the lake and made their way to where I was hoping to finish our day. Crap. We still found some fish but it wasn't what I had been hoping for. Then another, larger, group showed up at the lake and thought it would be a good idea to fish right next to us. This secret spot was starting to feel like a community pond. A walk around to the far side of the lake was in order, and it was a great spot to have our lunch.
|Lots of little streams along the trail|
Fortunately the crowd thinned and we started picking up some good fish. Mostly on Orange Ashers and MHEs. Atley was working the flyrod pretty well when he wasn't tangled up with himself or the nearest tree. We worked out a system where we'd fish till he got tangled, or lost his flies, then I'd trade him rods and fix the issue until the next trade was in order. He's getting better and better at this flyfishing thing and it's making life really fun for me.
|This isn't a pic from the other side, but it is a pic of the other side|
|Proud of this kid |
|It was a really pretty cutt, trust me|
|Love the colors on this one|
As usual the hike out seemed to be twice as long as it was on the way in and Atley felt it. I tried to let him take his time with enough breaks, but I'll admit that it was tough. I tend to push through hikes and try to get to the goal as quickly as possible. I'm trying to be more patient and Atley's helping me learn. Hope you can get out and enjoy the water.
|Just over 21"|
|Too much fun?|