I worked the Victoria Day so a weekend away wouldn't be a gong show at the campgrounds. It was a good bet to leave Friday morning and get a good spot because by it was full 6:00 PM. My wife and I went to Roche Lake, the same as last year at this time. That was my first attempt at fly fishing where I soon learned my rigging and gear was inadequate. Things worked a little better the next trip made with my dad to Tunkwa Lake about a month later. I won't go there again to keep any catches because they were muddy tasting due to the warm shallow water. It’s definitely a learning curve. So another new rod, reel and line package was added to the arsenal. The only thing this time as usual, a good deal isn’t always what it seems - the floating line turned out to be slow sinking.
Anyway, trying the fly rods wasn’t producing, similar to other people, so I trolled hardware mostly the first two days and got to see the whole lake (while scoping the anchored fly fishers to see where it was productive). Trolling got me 2 – one 3# keeper and one C & R. From watching the sport fishing shows I tried pumping its throat which was full of bloodworms. After supper I tried one of the scouted locations noted and caught a 4#er.
So the next and last morning pumped with new enthusiasm I tried another of these locations and was bombing out after 2 hours. So along comes this guy in a rowboat, sets anchor 60 feet away and catches 6 fish in an hour while my same luck and the other guys around me continues – zilch! I holler over to lucky boy and it turns out he has an artificial voice box which isn’t loud enough to hear. Another half hour and still no luck and my blood pressures on the rise now, so I’m thinking I can try trolling again or ask this guy what he’s using by rowing over, which is what I do. Fortunately I have two similar flys and give them a go. Another 1 ½ hours with 4 fished hooked encourages this method for me – 3 lost and one 5# keeper. The mornings now over and it’s time to brake camp and go home. My knowledge of fly fishing is still on the bottom of the bell curve but slowly improving.
My wife enjoyed the beer and sun back at camp the first two days while catching a good sun burn. Ironic because the camping site she picked had two huge trees she liked for the ability to hide in the shade of a warm day.