We launched beautiful Pisca-Dory at 9:15 this morning. The weather was pleasantly cool, and the air was fresh. The sun shined through light cloud cover that was neither stormy nor smokey. The day was all-around pleasant and beautiful. My husband and I caught five fair-size bass between us; he caught three and I caught two. I caught two small feisty ones that I would have released had they not released themselves. Vic suddenly started catching little ones too–at least 13 of them! He released them all; a few jumped unassisted from the lures.
It was so good to be out in our dory fishing again! I hope the rest of the summer will be amenable to regular at-least-weekly fishing again. I hope the wildfires are over for the season ahead. Chinook salmon season opens next week, and I still aspire to catch some crappie!
I’ll post a video later on when Vic finishes editing it. I’ll make it a separate post so Followers of my blog will receive a notification when it’s up.
Yes! Rain is falling, and westerly winds are blowing! And we are going fishing!
More later. . .for now, we thank and praise our God who hears and loves and cares for His people.
After finishing our Saturday chores, my husband and I went fishing on the Snake River at Chief Timothy Park today, surrounded by azure sky, Hells Canyon, and myriads of fish below us, as seen on our Garmin fish finder. After a little more than an hour, a 9″ bass latched on to Vic’s lure and agreeably permitted himself to be reeled in.
After about three hours on the River, I reckoned I was skunked again, but I never mind not catching any fish, though I’m always happy when I do. We headed back to the dock. Vic tethered Pisca-Dory to the dock and walked up to get our truck and boat trailer. While I waited the few minutes for him, I cast my line once from the dock, and reeled in an 11-1/2 inch bass!
I hailed Vic just as he arrived at the truck. The bass hadn’t fought at all as I reeled him in, but he was flipping vigorously as I held him up on the line, hoping he wouldn’t escape. I put on my grip gloves and secured him in our smaller cooler. Vic moved him to the larger cooler because it had more ice and better insulation. My focus was entirely on securing my catch; I hadn’t considered the coolers’ distinctives.
My bass is a beauty. And he wanted to come home with me! My skunking phase is broken, and will doubtless return. But today’s catch at the end of our fishing day reminds me that whatever is suspended for a season will almost always be renewed. >><<>°
Vic at the tiller
I’m fishing, ever hopeful. . .
The scenic walls of Hells Canyon
Vic holds my bass so I can photograph him
We returned today to our so-far-favorite lake, Dworshak, where we went for my birthday and I caught my first Kokanee–or any salmon. We enjoyed the beauty of the lake and the quiet. Very few boats were out, and they spread out so everyone seemed to have the lake to themselves. Vic caught a small bass and released the trusting little fellow. I didn’t secure any nibblers. Fishing and simply being out in our boat or, fishing from the shore, are sufficient for a day of peace and beauty.
Nothing has changed at Dworshak Lake since my post chronicling our first visit there last month, where you can see the photos that Vic took of our first visit.
At least the road construction on Highway 12 between Lewiston and Orofino is no longer causing lengthy traffic delays!
Soldiers Meadow Lake, elevation 4,500 feet, is about 12 miles past Waha Lake, where we fished Saturday. Soldiers Meadow Lake has Kokanee salmon, Rainbow trout, and Smallmouth bass. We encountered no crowds–a kayak and a skiff were the only other boats on the water in our nearly three hours there in Pisca-Dory. We caught no fish, but a few chased Vic’s lures a few times. It was a beautiful day, notwithstanding the 11 miles of rugged, dusty road, arriving and departing.
Soldiers Meadow Lake
Water Smartweed, a riparian native of the northwest plains
Wild roses at the shoreline
Vic recently installed a shade over my chair!
Vic hitches Pisca-Dory to her trailer and the trailer to the truck. . .”Gosh, Vic–you couldn’t do this back home on Krypton!”
(My husband Vic took all the photos in this post, except the final one, which I took.)
We decided to make our first visit to Waha Lake today and see how it would be for fishing. The 94-acre lake has trout, bass, crappie, and pleasant scenery of the Waha Mountains and lots of trees. Waha Lake is south of Lewiston, Idaho, about 45 minutes from our home in Washington near the Idaho border. We hold fishing licenses for both states.
After driving down an unpaved hill to the parking lot, it was obvious that our truck and boat trailer wouldn’t fit. Vic barely managed to get them turned around so he could unload the boat at the ramp. He tethered the boat and returned to the top of the hill where there was room to park our Ford 150 and trailer, and walked back to the dock, which took just a few minutes. I remained with our boat while chatting with an amiable lady fishing from the dock. Her husband was fishing from the shore, and he caught a large trout and hailed her to let her know he had “one on!”
It was my turn to be skunked, but Vic caught two hefty trout, 14-1/2 and 12 inches. I helped him net them so they would not escape–trout can be canny about staying on a hook.
The scenery was serene and refreshing, and the lake was quiet. Very few fisherman were out, and none were in boats, except for one kayaker. I think it’s likely we will return soon.
I chat with a woman fishing while Vic parks our truck up the hill from the boat launch.
Vic runs Pisca-Dory’s motor.
Rocks and plants along the shore
Vic’s 14-1/2″ trout
A canola field provides colorful scenery along the way home.
Fishing can sometimes be more about a quest than about catching fish. It can even be more about being out on a river in a beautiful home-built boat, having lunch on a little island in the river, and catching no fish. I did catch a 4-inch baby trout, which was well below the Clearwater River’s legal limit of 10 inches. My husband immediately extricated the two hooks of my lure that had penetrated the young fish’s mouth, and released him to grow big and sporty. I was just happy to see the little guy swim away.
We spent a couple of hours out on the Clearwater and Snake Rivers fishing, and stopped to have our lunch on the little island I named Pony Island our first time there.
When we returned to the boat launch, my husband went to get the truck while I waited on the dock with our boat. I watched a man fishing from the shore next to the boat launch. He caught and released two bass, one of them quite large, within a couple of minutes. Sigh.
Old railroad bridge across the Clearwater River
We moored Pisca-Dory at Pony Island while we ate our lunch.