This morning, minutes after I was woken up by the sound of rain drops outside, the phone rang. Fishersak asked, "So? Kawkawa Lake? I'm on the road to pick up my dad already."
This was somewhat shocking, since it came from the guy who did not want to go yesterday because it was "cloudy".
After all, the forecasted weather for Hope was for sunny breaks, so I also hit the road and gambled on Wayne Cox's prediction.
I was delighted to see this when I arrived.
A few risers could be seen as we headed out, but majority of the fish were most likely deep down due to the sunny weather. We anchored at the "hot spots", sent our pink krill down and the waiting game began. At times, schools of risers would come by, so I sent out the fly rod with no response. Finally, an hour into the wait, a few taps could be seen on the bait rod when another school came by on the surface. With a quick strike, I was pulling a good sized kokanee up to the surface. The hook popped off soon after a few silver flashes emerged beneath the boat.
I looked back, fishersak raised his hands "What was that?"
Wind unfortunately picked up steadily by 2:00pm. The chops made detecting bites rather difficult at times. Fishersak and his dad moved into slightly deeper water, around 45ft and both of them were into a fish each right away.
I quickly shifted as well and found a few bites immediately when the bait hit bottom. Chops were still making it hard to set the hook precisely. The next hour was a sad display, which happens way too often when I fish.
Time after time, the hook set into the fish, which released themselves a few seconds later. This must have happened a dozen times. Many times Fishersak looked over and saw me jumping up and down furiously like a dancing monkey. He couldn't figure out what was going on because they were getting no bites at all.
Finally I boated one fish, then another, which drew their attention so the boats got a lot closer suddenly.
By the end of the trip, I was able to land three, out of too many hook-ups.
At 4:00pm, everyone suddenly raced back to the boat launch because of an approaching storm. Suddenly the mini launch resembled Island 22 during the sockeye season.
A short, frustrating outing but lucky to be out on a weekday as usual.
I donated one charity fish to go with Sakkies' two fish so his mom can eat one as well.
Good luck to all who are venturing out during the upcoming long weekend.