Slowly the water level has been dropping here and the temps too. I'm not sure I've ever been so excited to get
out in 37* air temps and 50* water temps but good trips out make ya do weird things.
I listen to Am1050, Emeryville sportfishing, bay tides and Alan Fong from fishermans warehouse keep me busy
during the drive over. It's dark, it's cold, it's allright.
Anticipated things being slower as the bite has gotten soft over the course of the past few trips out and I knew
with the lowering temps this could be a one bite day. Winter fishing in full swing. Water down another 2-3 ft and
temps down into the 49-50* range.
The lake looks great even in the chill.
out in 37* air temps and 50* water temps but good trips out make ya do weird things.
I listen to Am1050, Emeryville sportfishing, bay tides and Alan Fong from fishermans warehouse keep me busy
during the drive over. It's dark, it's cold, it's allright.
Anticipated things being slower as the bite has gotten soft over the course of the past few trips out and I knew
with the lowering temps this could be a one bite day. Winter fishing in full swing. Water down another 2-3 ft and
temps down into the 49-50* range.
The lake looks great even in the chill.
Quickly scoot to the proven grounds, skipping over flats and rock piles, determined to fish the pattern.
2 hours then goes by without a sniff. I need the sun to come out bad! And it never did, other than a
wink here or there. One thing I try to remember in winter fishing is to remain patient, work slower and
eventually something will happen. I reset, cast out, work back - thump thump, PULL. I swing, shes on,
shes gone. Tail grabber. Is it feeling warmer now? A little, but this feen needs his connection.
Unfortunately that fish left and didnt want to play again.
Deeper must be the answer.
As I'm working 15-18ft of water I lift the bait and feel weight. Was it stuck, hungup or already a meal?
Slowly lift to pressure, the weight is moving up. Either this is a stick that easily came out, somebodys
line or I need to get the party started. Waste no time and pin that donkey! Fish on. Finally we are in
business and she is a feisty girl mad to be bothered in these slumber temps.
2 hours then goes by without a sniff. I need the sun to come out bad! And it never did, other than a
wink here or there. One thing I try to remember in winter fishing is to remain patient, work slower and
eventually something will happen. I reset, cast out, work back - thump thump, PULL. I swing, shes on,
shes gone. Tail grabber. Is it feeling warmer now? A little, but this feen needs his connection.
Unfortunately that fish left and didnt want to play again.
Deeper must be the answer.
As I'm working 15-18ft of water I lift the bait and feel weight. Was it stuck, hungup or already a meal?
Slowly lift to pressure, the weight is moving up. Either this is a stick that easily came out, somebodys
line or I need to get the party started. Waste no time and pin that donkey! Fish on. Finally we are in
business and she is a feisty girl mad to be bothered in these slumber temps.
The bite was super subtle other than the 1st one of the day and these fish were almost not noticeable
if not for instinct kicking in at key points.
if not for instinct kicking in at key points.
Missed a couple here and there but I was pleased with the day as I headed back in around noon.
