Monday, March 24, 2014

3/21 - 3/22 Boys Weekend Out...The Search for White Bass with a Few Salmonids On the Side

With Spring making it's yearly appearance it seems the urge to get out and shake off some of the shack nasties left from a long , cold winter is taking hold. This past week I had a couple of invites to spend the weekend fishing at various locations with good friends , unfortunately the work schedule and other activities precluded me from accepting any of those invitations. Where there's a will there's a way though, so Joe and I managed to sneak away and get a little river time in anyway.
Our little roadtrip started off with the intention of being a long one-day outing , one of those days where you drive six hours roundtrip for about the same amount of fishing time. As always though , I threw several totes that I keep loaded with the basic camping supplies in the back of the truck just in case plans happened to change.
We headed out before the sun made an entrance and pointed the truck South towards our end destination. The plan for the day was to do a little exploration on the Sac and Little Sac rivers on the upper end of Stockton Lake in search of a few white bass.
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We pulled into the first spot at Taylor Bridge around 9:00 am and the first thing I noticed was the fact that there were at least a dozen individuals with the same idea as Joe and I.
It looked like the memo had made the rounds , Spring was upon us and it was time to dust off the fishing gear and hit the water with renewed interest. After an hour of walking the bank , stripping clouser minnows through dark holes which I hoped would be full of white bass with procreation on their mind , I realized that someone had forgot to inform the fish about this recent change of seasons. We hiked around and fished a couple of different accesses in the area, all before noon and all with the same results...nada.
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Joe made a few friends and I visited with a few gentlemen who gave me the most recent fishing reports. While I heard the usual,"I have a buddy who knows a guy , who knows this other guy ,who caught a few yesterday." , I didn't actually talk to anyone who had done any good nor did we see a single fish caught during the mornings foray. I've learned from experience that you can't catch anything (except Hell) by sitting home on the couch so I wasn't too disappointed by our lack of success , it goes with the territory this time of year.
We had already exhausted all of the options on my list and the rumbling in my stomach was telling me that it was already past my normal lunch hour so we dropped the tailgate and had a quick lunch while deciding on our next course of action.
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I'm not sure what it is about cold beer and cold fried chicken on the tailgate of the truck , but it always seems to hit the spot.
The day was warming up nicely and although the search for white bass hadn't panned out as planned it was just too early in the day to start making the drive back North. After some deliberation I decided to cut my losses and make the 45 minute drive over to one of my favorite coldwater streams in search of a few hungry trout.
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By the time we arrived at our destination, temperatures had warmed up even more under sunny skies and Joe and I made the most of the afternoon. We spent some time just sitting on a log soaking up the suns rays , enjoying each others company and the lack of other people around.
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The first pass down through this section of water resulted in hookups with close to a dozen fish , one brown and the rest rainbows. None of the fish were very big but considering the circumstances I wasn't complaining.
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As we reached the last corner , just out of site of the truck , I had a decision to make. Continue fishing downstream and then work my way back to the truck by early evening and head home or turn around now and go pay for a nights camping, set up a quick camp and pop the top on another cold beer before fishing out the evening.
Half an hour later I was sitting riverside with a cold beer in my hands after setting up the tent and stacking up some firewood for the evening.
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The area we were fishing and the campground where we were staying would be overrun with drunken houligans sometime in the very near future as the float season gets kicked off here in the Ozarks. But for today we were the only people camping and more importantly the only ones fishing the area. One beer led to another and it felt kind of nice to just sit and listen to the water as it meandered along in front of camp. Joe stretched out and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on the sandy soil while I grabbed a favorite magazine off the dash of the truck and did a little light reading (looking at pictures).
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We spent the last hour or so of the day back on the water , swinging small streamers through the riffles and runs and hooking up with several more rainbows along the way. While the days fishing hadn't gone exactly as originally planned , we had changed gears successfully and ended up having a great afternoon and evening.
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That night we made dinner out of the few measely items I had quickly thrown into the cooler before leaving the house that morning , a couple of hot dogs..some pasta and a small block of cheese. While you can't exactly create a culinary masterpiece out of that list of ingredients we made the most of it and were feeling pretty satisfied as we kicked back around the fire for the night.
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We sat around looking up at the stars and listening to the owls and coyotes starting up their nightime conversations , watching until the last of the firewood was relegated to nothing but red coals in the bottom of the firepit before retiring to the tent for the night. I try to never leave home without some reading material , and so the day was finished off with a good book by lantern light.
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The next morning we awoke to much colder temps and a brisk Northerly wind.
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It felt like Spring had come and gone in less than twenty-four hours , much to my dismay and many other folks as well I'm sure. After a cup of coffee and a couple of granola bars to ward off the chill we packed up camp and decided on a plan of action for the morning. I had worked over the waters right around camp pretty good the previous day so I decided to head further downstream and try my luck on a different section. I wasn't terribly concerned over the matter of catching fish or not (I only changed flies once all weekend , to switch from a clouser for whites to one of my mink sculpin patterns for trout) but instead was just happy to be enjoying some time streamside with my best friend.
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We caught a few more rainbows and one more bonus brown before deciding to call it a day.
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It was lunchtime , the food rations were depleted and I knew of a little greasy spoon about an hour down the road that was calling my name.
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While we didn't set the world on fire with our fishing results it was nice to get out and enjoy some solitude one last time before the maddening crowds start making their appearance once again as they do every year. Soon enough there'll be other things vying for our free time every weekend , things that aren't nearly as much fun as not catching fish , such as mowing the yard.
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  1. Looks likes a real good trip to me man! Have to get the address of that Mr. Ed's place looks real good.

    1. Can't beat Mr ed's for a greasy burger and of my favorite little lunch stops on the way home from fishing if I'm over that direction.

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    1. Thanks man.....I'm ready to start hitting the smallies now. I was gonna try it on Friday instead of whites but they had too much water down South for any wading where I had in mind. Too much water one place , not enough at another...just can't win!

  3. Nice trip. You have any tips on training a good fishing dog?

    1. Thanks....My first advice is if catching fish is more important to you than the company of mans best friend , don't even bother attempting it. When Joe and I hit the water it's a fun time for both of us. I let him do his thing , which means he's going to spook a few fish and maybe even cause me to lose a fish every once in awhile when he gets excited and runs over. No big deal , I'd be willing to trade all of the fish caught for the good company he makes. If you have to keep reprimanding your dog for having fun then it's not going to be worth the effort , just let them do their own thing and enjoy it right along with them.

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    1. No problem man. I'm not trying to talk you out of taking your pup fishing , although it might sound that way. I just don't believe that there's such a thing as a perfect fishing dog and I've met a lot of folks who take their dogs with them and can't understand that. If you go into it with the right attitude it makes the result easier to deal with and it can be a rewarding experience.

    2. Ah no, you didn't talk me out of it, you talked me into it. Good company outweighs good fishing imho. Going to wait till she's a year old at least though and maybe keep her on a leash until she can prove she can be in the woods without chasing a bear or coyote. haha

  5. i smiled all the way through this post. love you and joe getting out and enjoying some streams! and some good junky food, too! :)

    1. Thanks so much! Anything that makes us smile is a good thing in my book.

  6. I love your posts. You put everything on the table.
    One does not have to read only look and a wonderful outing is there.

    1. Thanks Alan...I've got the easy part , enjoy myself on the river and take a few pictures.

  7. Yep to the above comments. Don't know which I like most, the fishing or the food. Another great trip.

    1. Thanks Jim...It's a toss-up for me , I enjoy sitting around a campfire with a good meal and relaxing almost as much as the fishing.

  8. One of my favorite sounds of camping is the "conversation of coyotes" just puts me in a good mood. Perhaps I am odd in that regard. Anyhow you were missed but looks like you still were able to have a few fish. Good report.

    1. I enjoy listening to them as well , I enjoy the owls maybe even more though. Nothing like listening to a group of owls talking to each other from across the hillsides.
      The fishing was pretty good actually , and we didn't see anyone else on the stretch of river we were fishing so that's always a bonus.

  9. Nice report...and even nicer FISH! :)

    1. Thanks Dave. It was just nice to get outside without having to bundle up against old man winter , I'm sure you can sympathize with those feelings!

  10. Great Post! Always a pleasure to share in your adventures! Nice browns! Look forward to some of those bass!!!!!