I like it here. A lot.
Last week I found out there's a public fishing pier ten minutes' walk away; that it's 600' long & I'd missed it for over three weeks is not lost on me: there's lots left to explore here.
So now I'm the proud owner of a couple Ugly Stiks, in both spinning & casting forms, and a box of heavier-than-most-trout metal jigs. Fun times.
I'm still in "Island Fishing Overload:" there's so many species and so many places, it's tough to nail down exactly what to fish for, and where.
I'm still in (what I consider) a shoulder season of fishing, as in, tossing size 18 chironomids for 10" stocked cutthroat is all well & good, but there's 4lb smallmouth kicking around somewhere in this same lake and I aim to catch it...if only the bloody water temperatures would come up a bit... Oh well. All in good time, my bronze-backed friends.
Until the water warms, I can idle my days..evening...tides...away, chucking gear from the pier for rockfish...
Or casting small Rolled Muddlers from the beach for cutthroat.
Or swinging streamers for the ever-elusive steelhead.
Or slowly stripping #18 chironomids from the lacustrine depths while seated (or standing) in my Chupacabra.
Yeah, so you see what I mean: it's pretty awesome here.
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