Windy Expeditions

On the weekend of April 2nd, Mom, Dad, and Grandpa came up for a visit to try some shore fishing. Paul, Adam, and Cathy came up as well to try their luck at some cold-water waldos. Even though ice-off was almost a month before, the weather was what it usually is this time of year; windy bleak, and cold. Saturday proved to be cold, but the wind died down enough in the late afternoon that we were able to get on the water. It was tough fishing to say the least. Grandpa was the only one to turn a fish the entire afternoon. We tried every trick in the book, and I casted about every secret lure I could, but the fish were not going to cooperate. Despite that, it was still nice to get out.

We made our way back home and made a wonderful dinner. It was nice to have Grandpa up to the place, but I was bumming that we were struggling to put him on a fish.

Sunday morning we took our time getting out, but we were able to get on a couple different lakes. We started at the boat ramp at Bailey's lake, but again, water was really cold, and it was a bright sunny day. Top that off with some the clearest water in the area, it was not exactly a receipt for a stringer full of waldos, but we had to try.

 It was a beautiful day to be when we were able to get out of the wind, but had to continue our quest for fish.
We bailed on that lake and explored Cottonwood, which was not that much farther north. As the day progressed, so did the wind and this proved to be our greatest enemy of the day. This completed crippled our ability to actually fish anywhere. With 25mph winds, we could barely stand in one spot let along find a place to fish...We again, bailed, and headed for Indian Springs. We ended our day fishing below the bait-shop. We had out deadbait, suckers, minnows, and I casted everything I had in my bag; still not a bite. That was the last straw, so we headed home where we could enjoy calico beans, fish cakes, and comfortable furniture.

No, we didn't catch a fish, but that evening was better than any fish we could have caught. I enjoyed listening to stories from my Dad and my Grandpa. All of the things he went through growing up. How his fishing methods evolved over time. It gave me a surreal sense of peace listening to these stories. I want nothing more that to get Grandpa up here again, not only to try our luck at an actual fish, but to hear more of these stories.



Stay Tuned

(thanks Ma for the pics)