- Apr 30, 2008
I planed a relaxing day fishing from my 8' Bucks Bag South Fork. I had tied up a few black wooly buggers, and had the fly rod ready. I drove over to Haystack Reservior, a short drive from Culver. When I got there there was only one boat on the lake. I'm thinking this is going to be great. I even go for a quick swim first. I head out on the pontoon and start putting out line so far so good. Then out of no where the wind picks up and keeps picking up. It was a nice fast ride but made fishing impossible. I soon realized that getting back was going to be a job so I head for the closest shore to keep from being blowen clear across the lake. As I'm pulling against the oars a guy shows up on the bank and yells to me over the roar of the wind "hows the fishing" I yell back but he can't hear me over the wind. When I get to shore I finally tell him it's not so good. I waited for the wind to die down so I could make the trip back but no luck it keeps doing it's thing. I gave up and start the haul back. I strip out some line and lay into the oars, and then laugh at myself because I know if a fish should by some miricle should hook it's self on my line he would have to swim himself to the pontoon, because I sure as hell wasn't going to stop rowing and loose ground to the wind. I think I'll invest in a sea anchor for the pontoon, or better yet put the motor back on the drift boat.