Omak Part Deux

A friend convinced me that I could launch my boat on the sand and gravel launch at the lake. I was pretty worried but the tires didn't sink at all and we had a motor boat to run up and down the eight mile lake. It was sweet...

Terry caught the big one of the trip: almost 23 inches and fat, probably around four pounds.

The water is warming now and the fish will be going deep but we caught the end of the action and enjoyed ourselves immensely.

More Bass!

Gary, Ryan, and I raced across the state to get to the lake before the sun got too low for fishing. We made it and had a decent evening, fishing Smallmouth for a couple hours before dark drove us off the water. Pictured above, Gary is battling the big fish of the evening. He'd made a great cast behind a large rock and been rewarded with a strong take. Ryan grabbed the net and got ready to land the bad boy but as Gary got him alongside the boat, he slipped the fly and left us wishing...

Oh well, others would follow. It was still an exciting fight.

Spring in the high desert is unsurpassed in its beauty. At least as long as the wind isn't blowing too hard and the rain holds off... It did and we enjoyed a warm weekend running the boat around the lake in search of hungry bass. I say we do it again in a couple weeks...