In a word- squawfish. Not a trout to be seen, but the squawfish are as thick as thieves. Didn't matter what pattern I put on, they loved it.The access was brutal, as were the skeeters. At least 5 boats with 20 to 60 horse motors scooting around the electric motor only lake, having come up the creek from the Harrison.
This used to be one of my favourite pieces of water in the lower mainland. Bellyboated there in January. My oldest son had a van load of his chums for a birthday fishing derby when he was a young lad. We spent more than a few weekends there , not always catching fish, but really enjoying everything from watching the scvhools of salmon fry to the big resident eagle who would swoop down and grab a whacked squawfish gratefully. You could camp at the area were Weaver Creek flowed into the lake, but drunken yahoos fixed that so the access through the Evans farm was closed and I completely understand why. I went down there one day just before they closed it off and spent 2 hours cleaning up garbage, looked at the creekbed that some wasted dough heads thought was a challenge for their 4 wheel drives, saw an area were some other air for brains rocket scientist had evidently opened up his RV holding tank and let 'er rip.
I wish the motor boat crowd wouldn't push their way in, but as access is either down through some steep and rough terrain or come up the creek and it appears a lot of the people don't give a fat rat's patoot about the electric only designation. What a shame as this WAS a small jewel that didn't stand out, was never crowded and one of the most peaceful places to wet a line I have ever found. Too bad it's been abused.