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9/30/12

Boulder Mountain - Fall 2012

A couple of months ago, some fishing buddies and I started planning a trip to the awe inspiring Boulder Mountain, the top tier fishing destination in the state.

Due to many variables including location, water, fertility, and lack of good roads, Boulder Mountain grows some serious wildlife.  Be it fish, deer, elk, bears, turkeys, or whatever, this place grows them well.

Though my own trips to this beautiful region are few and usually far between, it's a place I'd gladly spend every weekend, if it were closer.

Many would echo that sentiment, so I suppose its distance from Utah's main populace can be thanked for its productivity.

The mountain (Aquarius Plateau) is quite large and this was my first trip to this particular side of it.  Driving in, the landscape rapidly transformed from red rock to high aspen and pine forests.




The vistas were phenomenal.  Photos don't do it justice.




After a lot of asphalt and and a really bumpy primitive road, I made it to my lake.  The party I was meeting had already been on the water for most of the day by the time of my arrival and they were all the way across the lake.

Before getting my tube ready, I had to do a little bit of shore casting and was able to bring in a healthy brookie.


Nice and thick!


Taking that as a sign of promise, I got busy preparing my gear.  In the meantime, a lonely wild strawberry caught my eye.  A sweet, juicy little reward at over 10,000 feet.


Finally, I got out on the water and started kicking toward the rest of the group.  Stopping to jig the rocky shoreline from time to time, my progress wasn't very great...or my luck.

For some reason, jigging deeper waters from a tube seems to sting me this year.  Perhaps I need to lose the mono and get some line that sinks better.  I've been really "off" lately from the float.

Soon enough, some rain clouds showed up and the fun was over.  Those droplets were cold on the tube, mixed with the breeze.  Back to shore everyone went, where we allowed the rain to subside while swapping tales of the trip so far.

The group decided to get back to their room in town and I picked up a few more fish from shore in the remaining daylight.


This was probably the best fish of the trip.  I didn't measure, but it was definitely over 18".  All fish were released on this trip.


The last fish of the night was in low light and I couldn't get a good photo.  It was similar to the others though; lacking much color, but equally rich in size.

The temperature was dropping quickly and climbing into my cozy sleeping bag in the Rodeo seemed like a solid plan.  The moon was quite the spectacle before falling asleep.



Day 2

In the morning, I awoke to my Rodeo covered with frost and the windows iced from condensation.  After some motivational coffee, breakfast, and a little fruitless shore fishing, the rest of the crew arrived and got their gear ready for the day's float.

Sadly enough, the fast fishing of the previous days had mostly fizzled off and we (particularly myself) had a hard time finding bites.  I'm pretty sure everyone caught fish, but it wasn't consistent.

Being far from the rest of the group most of the time, for some reason or another, I failed to get any pics of anyone or their catches.  That's too bad.  They caught some pretty nice fish, some with really deep spawn colors.

My first fish of the day came as a surprise when I unhooked a snag from the bottom.  This little guy must have been right next to the jig as it came free and got foul hooked in the side.


Though the fishing was slower than we would've liked, getting out in this beautiful area is reward enough for the long drive.  Putting the miles on my float tube was quite enjoyable.





Just like good luck, bad luck must also run out.  My only true catch from the lake that day was a girthy male.  It was nice to finally get my hands slimy.  They sure fight hard.


We really put in our work before calling it a day.  Some of the others had better luck on their float and caught up to 10 fish, but those 2 (1.5 maybe) fish were all I could come up with.

There were several issues that limited my focused fishing time, but even that was rough going.  Oh well, that's fishing.  It was good to get out with everyone anyway.  Some I hadn't seen for quite awhile.

Once everyone left again, I continued to fish the shoreline for another hour with no results.  Accepting that fate, I took to a stream on the way out.  A beautiful male was my prize for that stop.  It was probably my best stream brookie to date.


The drive back home was every bit as scenic as the way in, plus I went a little bit out of my way to explore some interesting geography.







The sun didn't hold out on me, at least.  There were some beautiful sunbursts to finish off the day.


Spectacular.  What a great place and what a fun trip.  Thanks to the crew that met up with me for the good company.


Happy Fishing, Humans.

9/24/12

Energy Loop with my B-I-L

With the hills ablaze in fiery fall fashion, it was a perfect day to take someone from out of town fishing on the Wasatch Plateau.

My brother-in-law from the island of St. Vincent is in town for a little while and hasn't seen a whole lot of the US besides New Jersey and suburban Utah.

He'd taken a family trip with us to the Uintas a few years back and really loved it, so another fishing trip was planned and we were off.

The morning colors were popping nicely on the way up Fairview Canyon.






Our first stop was Huntington Reservoir and the action was slow, but we both made out with at least one decent tiger.  Mine was just a hair under 19".



It was the perfect time to be in the area though.  The elk were bugling in the hills and the scenery couldn't be beat.



Whitley, not accustomed to fishing with a rod and reel, struggled with the casting motion for a little while, but he started to get it.  My first setup for him to try was a minnow rig.


Once a few fish followed my lure in, Whitley had a great chance to sight-fish for a tiger that was 3 feet away, which gladly inhaled the minnow and gave him a crash course on how to work an aggressive fish with a rod and reel.


Here's a video of the catch:



I caught a couple of smaller ones as well, but it seemed like it was time to move, so we stopped at a stream for what should have been easy pickings for him.

Unfortunately, it was really hard for him to get a good cast off and the fish didn't want anything to do with him.


I couldn't resist.




Next stop was the dam at Electric Lake.  More incredible scenery, all around.


The fish didn't want much from Whitley there either, but a little movement called a few my way.



This one was really pretty.  I've missed the E-Lake cutthroat and it's nice to see some lately.


Same fish, different angle.


Whitley was content, watching as I used up my last minnow on a decent tiger.


We decided to call it quits on the fishing end of things, but neither of us were in any hurry, so I took an opportunity to show him more land that he's never seen before.

Just a quick drive down the canyon and we were in what I like to call the "melted rock garden".


The hillsides are loaded with eroded boulders and it's a bit of a playground for me.



Could this be love?



I ran into an old photo subject too.  New camera, new pics.


Under:


Above:


Crazy rocks.





Mushroom rock:







I could spend hours on that hillside, but I had to wrap it up and get our butts home.






Needless to say though, we had to make a couple of photo stops on the way back down Fairview Canyon.



The ambient light from the cloud cover was perfect and lit everything up vividly.  Whitley couldn't stop talking about how beautiful everything was.



The lower areas are dotted with mostly red and the upper areas are yellow-orange right now.  This is the time to get up there.  GO!


Whitley had a great time and so did I.  It's great to show off the places I love to spend time in.  Once he was safely delivered back to Spanish Fork, I thought I'd test my luck for a few minutes at the river, by the golf course.


What a fun day and a great chance to see the colors of autumn.

Happy Fishing, Humans.


Some Background...

WHY FISH?

Why not go jogging, hit the gym, start a garden or whatever it is that normal humans do? What's so fascinating about these slimy little creatures that live in the water?

Fishing is a bit more to me than a hobby or a sport. It's an essential part of life that helps me connect with the Earth in ways similar to the long-practiced traditions of mankind. Wherever man has had a water source, there has been fishing.

It's only natural.

Happy Fishing, Humans.