- Oct 20, 2009
Went out this morning to honor my Grandpa on Memorial Day by fishing. His absolute favorite passtime. Started out by the power station with no luck. 20 minutes after I started, as if on cue, a driftboat comes down and drops anchor 30 feet upstream from where I am fishing and procedes to start bouncing right down into my line path. If I had caught their line after what we talked about the other day, I probably would have cut their line. Anyway, after 45 min. I gave up and headed upriver. Stopped above the covered bridge and tried my luck. I started with an Uncle Buds and caught a cutthroat, let him go and caught a 12" planter. Changed to jigs, and nothing. Changed to roe and caught 6 more planters. Kept the 12" to 14" and let the smaller ones go. Gave up and came home. I am now BBQ a tri-tip for the family. My wife informed me that the fish I caught at Hils Creek yesterday and the ones I caught today are going to be cooked for the kids tomorrow. Darn, no smoking.