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So it is Sunday. Neither Mr. B, nor the force of nature, nor my new hiking buddy AJ are available. I have a car which cannot handle 1/8th inch of snow. And worse, I'm currently stuck on a spare tire which has a 50mph max sticker on it so I can't go on the highway. But it is the weekend, so I have to go fishing! What to do!?
In retrospect, I should have tried Blackman. I've been meaning to do that for a while now. But instead, somehow I decided Greenlake was what I should do. I would take 2 poles with 2 different lures and cast my way down the south side of the lake, in hopes of getting a brown.
I'll keep this post short, as it's Greenlake. Really, no one cares.
It was slow to start. After maybe 45-60 minutes of fishing, alternated with sticking my hands in my pockets and dancing around, I hooked up a chrome planter, small, maybe 11 inches. It popped off a ways out from shore.
Farther down the shore I hooked into a really nice looking rainbow. Green on the back, pink stripe, probably 13-14 inches. I'm thinking not a recent planter. But I wasn't here for rainbows. I let him thrash around until he popped off. Sweet. Two fish unhooked without me getting wet.
Maybe 5 minutes later, without changing spots, I had another good solid hit. I'm thinking another 14 incher, give or take. But after about 4 headshakes he was gone.
Farther down the shore, another small chrome planter hooks up. Pops off maybe 10 feet from shore. Sweet. Still no wet hands. Then I snag the bottom. I work it back and forth, and finally it pops loose. But .... then I realize I've got something. An old snarl of junk? Upon examination, no! I caught frankenlure! What the heck is this monstrosity! It appears that it is a castmaster with the hook removed, and then a snap swivel, and then a spinner of some sort! Wow. Greenlake is indeed the epicenter of crazytown!
Then I get to the 65th dock. It's pretty iced up. And it has 6 plunkers on it. Lines all over the place - I can't even get a proper casting lane out to deeper water. I cast a bit into the shallows on the sides, but I'm not willing to get into it with any of them about getting the hell out of the way so someone can do some actual fishing. I doubt any browns are going to be in a spot where they've had lead weights rained down on their heads for 8 hours anyway. Plus the stench of powerbait must be thick in the water there.
A little farther down the lake I get another hookup, another small chrome planter. It pops off at range. I'm starting to think I may need to invest in a sharpener. Up till now I've just been fishing with the same rusty hooks since the beginning. Not that I want to have to land the stockers anyway, but I'll be in other lakes soon enough. I can't have pop offs of perfectly good lunch!
So the sun starts to go down, and then I head back to the spot I hooked up the bigger one, but no more bites, and with a shiver I head to my car.
It was a good use of 3 hours I think. Caught some fish. No browns though. Even with invoking beginners luck at the start! I guess they have escaped me for this weekend. But I will have a brown for lunch soon enough, mark my words.
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