Roasted Duck

The preparation was simple but the outcome was delicious. I rubbed Salt, Pepper and Paprika into the skin and roasted in the oven at 375 degrees for one hour basted in butter every 15 minutes. Ducks move through the air at great speed. They disappear just as fast at the dinner table. 

Opening Morning at Farmington Bay

The morning started early as I headed up toward Farmington Bay for the opener of the duck hunt. I agreed to meet a friend who had arranged a hunting party of 5 others at the boat launch at 3:00 am in the morning. As we loaded the boats and made our way into the darkness the excitement more than overcame a sense of uneasiness about the unknown hunting spot with a group of individuals I had just met. We made our way through the shallow marsh by the light of a few dim head lamps and the spotlight of the occasional passing boat. After arriving at "the spot" we quickly set out a spread of 80 or so decoys and hid in the tall cattails while shooting time approached.

The first shot heard in the distance, though way too early, seemed to get the adrenaline pumping and the heart racing. As shooting time arrived, the sky was filled with Teal which closely resembled tiny little F-16's flying in tight formation then pealing off into evasive maneuvers as soon as the first shots were fired. I had hunted waterfowl before and taken a few birds but I had never anticipated the fast action that had evolved around us. I felt like a complete rooky as I missed one after another, all of which were flying just overhead at 50 miles an hour. After half a box of ammo and whole lot of frustration I finally connected with a perfectly timed shot. Once I broke my missing streak the birds seemed to come easy and everyone in the group became more and more patient letting the birds get ever closer to the decoys before opening up. At the end of the morning we collected more than 30 birds including 3 beautiful drake Mallards, 2 Gaddies and 2 Shovelers.

The clean-up and trip back is never as exciting as the one out but it was fun to be able to see the scenery that was previously hidden by the darkness. Surprisingly the water looked nothing like I had imagined on the way out. Reminding me of Pea Soup, the entire waterway was covered by a film of duckweed.

In the distance we watched thousands of ducks that found safety in numbers holding out in the middle of the unit. 

After some quick pictures and some well deserved handshakes I was on my way back home. The whole way contemplating where I was going to hunt the following weekend.

I was welcomed home by some enthusiastic hugs and smiles. My boys were eager to see every picture and hear every story. I may have the best two hunting buddies a father can ask for, in a few more years. 

A very dark colored Drake Mallard

Drake Green Winged Teal, Hen Green Winged Teal, Drake Mallard, Hen Northern Shoveler

A Day Off Work at Stawberry Reservoir

We decided to skip work today and chase some early fall Cutthroat at Strawberry Reservoir. The last trip to Strawberry resulted with some uber fast fishing putting more than 30 fish in the boat. Our expectations for this trip were set accordingly. After a breakfast sandwich from the One Stop and a seamless boat launch we were on our way across Strawberry Bay. We could not have picked a more beautiful day to hit the water.

Not two minutes after we set the down riggers we made our traditional net scramble. Instead of setting the net out on the deck we always have a way of leaving it tangled with a bunch of other gear under the bow.You would think we would learn our lesson by now.

Last visit we were able to find the fish at 30' to 35' and we couldn't keep them off of the spoons but this time we found them active in only 15' of water and they were attacking the worms as we pulled them about 8" behind a Kokanee style dodger.

If at this point it appears as though I am getting out fished by my "deck hand" its only because I am getting ready to make a run of my own.

At the time we got a little caught up in numbering the fish we caught by holding out the appropriate number of fingers but now that I look at the pictures it looks like we are holding up a bunch of gang signs. It began to get a little confusing once we landed more than five fish.

Most of the the fish were in the 16 to 17 inch range with one that was about 20. I didn't get a picture of the big one because I decided to use my boat-side no-hands release technique. Really, it sounds hard to believe but I am very good at letting fish off the hook with out even touching them or removing them from the water for that matter. It happens all the time.

After birds-nesting one of my reels Adam hooked a decent sized Cutthroat. Being the kind person that I am, I offered my assistance by cutting the line free from the spool and handing it back to him. He looked confused until I suggested he should start pulling his fish in. If he had not been out fishing me at the time I probably would not have increased our trolling speed while he fought his fish.    

We ended up with just over 20 fish in all. Not as productive as the previous trip but not bad either. We pulled out of the water as the after noon winds started making things a bit choppy. We had accomplished just what we had set out to do. We were able to head back to reality feeling refreshed and fulfilled with another week of work ahead of us.

Fast Summer Action at Strawberry Reservoir

In honer of my birthday this week I decided that a trip to Strawberry Reservoir was in order. Dad and Keith agreed to come with me and both had hopes of large Cutthroat Trout. We had great success at Bear Lake earlier this year running spoons for large Cutthroat and I thought that we could try something similar at Strawberry.

We put the boat in at Strawberry Bay Marina and puttered across the bay toward Haws Point. A few hundred yards from shore we started marking large numbers of fish on the sonar and began a series of doubles that would last through much of the morning. Normally I like to stack the down riggers but when the action is this fast it was everything I had just to keep a line at 35' on each side. 

We tried to stay on the south side of the bay where we were marking most of the fish turning the boat around as we approached the point. We stayed about 200 yards from the shoreline zig zagging back and forth. It amazed me that a run-of-the-mill slot Cutt could get its mouth around the large spoons we were using. We were definitely provoking an aggression strike.

After putting 30+ fish in the boat we re-rigged with Kokanee gear and headed toward the canyon across the lake. The bite was certainly not as fast as it had been but that was expected. In fact every time I though we had hooked a Koke the result was always the same, "Cutthroat". We had been successful at targeting Kokanee at the Gorge but I had yet to limit out on kokes at The Berry. At this reservoir I have only ever been able to land Kokanee while targeting Cutthroat or Rainbows.

After unsuccessfully chasing kokanee for about an hour and a half, we decided to chase some larger Cutts around the south side of Haws Point. We used larger spoons and flatfish just to see if a hog would strike.

Turns out that upping the presentation did increase the fish size but only slightly. Keith fought for almost 15 minutes with what we thought was a monster Cutt but it ended up being a fowl hooked slot fish hooked in the side allowing it to run freely but acting like a planer board when he tried to retrieve it.

The day was gorgeous the water was calm and the fish were biting. I had my Dad and Brother to catch up with and two new birthday reels to try out. Everything was as good as you could anticipate a birthday fishing trip.

Final Tally:

Quality Time Spent

More Cutts than I could count

A lake full of Kokes to chase next time

Victory at Flaming Gorge

For nine years we have been visiting Flaming Gorge Reservoir as a family and for nine years I have been trying to catch a quality sized Lake Trout. I have learned different techniques, identified optimal fishing locations and have even hooked a few small specimens. And like every journey to The Gorge I began this one absolutely positive that I was going to catch a trophy trout.

We set up shop at the Manila KOA only a few miles from Lucerne Marina. The camp site is definitely not the most beautiful place we have ever stayed but has plenty of comforts and many great neighbors. Some of the residents have been coming to the gorge for 20 years and have learned and are willing to pass along a mountain of fishing knowledge.

Out on the flats heading toward the marina we ran across several Pronghorn, most of which were enjoying the shade at the near by campground.

Kristian and I set out Monday morning for our secret boat launch near swim beach armed with rod, tackle and high hopes. After a morning of trolling we came back to camp with only a couple of bites to show for, knowing that patience is the key to success in these waters. Day two began much the same way but we had learned from the previous days strikes what lures to use and which locations to find fish. We were not out very long when my line came off the clip once again. This time it immediately tightened and began giving up drag. I was immediately surprised by the weight felt on the other end of the tackle. I kept tension on the line and let the fish decide how it wanted to be played. When it ran toward the boat I retrieved as fast as I could and when it ran away from the boat I did the only thing possible, I gave him line. Once the down riggers and lines were up, it was time to land the beast. Its hard to explain the excitement that follows the first glimpse of what would become the largest trout I have ever caught.

I know that larger Macs are common on these waters but weighing just over 20 lbs this was definitely a trophy in my book. After taking some quick pictures I spent a few minutes letting this speckled monster revive before watching him make his way back into the deep blue water.

Thursday was dedicated to the ladies. My wife and sister in-law wanted to catch some Kokanee Salmon and they had been more than patient waiting their turn. In the past we have done rather well for Kokanee, limiting out in just a couple of hours.

It took a little time to dial in the right colors and depth but we were able to fill the cooler in just a few hours. This year was a little different, we had to work harder for our catches but they were significantly larger fish. The girls got to land some flighty fish that never ceased to show off their agility and aerobatics. This 4 lb fish was a welcome start to our day.

This heavy rainbow was a welcome visitor and added variety to the days catch. 

The morning yielded over ten lbs of salmon fillets for the freezer. 

In the evening Kristian and I drove up to Buck Board for some night fishing in an attempt to catch some Burbot. In comparison to other species on the lake I was much less prepared to catch one of these eel like specimens but was eager to check the species off my list. We tried different depths, locations and lures but returned to camp at 1:30 am with only three bites to show for.

Fighting sleep deprivation on Friday morning we found our way back to the Lake Trout hot spots we had previously marked. As we made our first run over our best set of GPS marked humps and ridges we quickly hooked into a Laker. Before we could get it netted the opposite rod started dancing. This may not be the reason, but definitely the excuse I am using for botching the net job and letting the fish flip off the hook. Kristian quickly grabbed the second rod and pulled in a small lake trout. I lowered another line to 60 ft and right away had a fish on. I could not believe what was happening. A double Mac hook up was unheard of, three in a row was incredible even if they were all just pups.

I wish I could say that the day continued just as hot but the excitement stopped just as fast as it had started. There was an overwhelming sadness that took over as we made our way back to the shore knowing that we would be heading home the next morning. The Gorge is not just a remarkable fishery it is an addiction that always leaves you wanting more.

Currant Creek Get Away

This July 4th we set out for Currant Creek Reservoir for a weekend of family, fun and a little relaxation. The area is one of our favorites during the summer as it is up in the higher elevations set in pines and aspen groves. We arrived as the sun was approaching the horizon, perfect timing for catching a glimpse of the local inhabitants.

We counted over a dozen cotton tails and more than 30 deer in the area. Interestingly we did not see any bucks. It might have something to do with the bucks sensing the presence of such an amazing sportsman near by. But more than likely, I may be in need of an eye exam.

In the morning we put the boat on the water and found ourselves in the fish right away. The first catch was a beautiful healthy 17 inch Tiger Trout. The boy caught this one on a worm and slip-sinker.

Most of our catches came from trolling dodgers and worms at 15 to 20 feet as well as long lining Jake's Spin a Lures 200 feet behind the boat. We only spent an hour and a half on the water but managed to land 7 Cutts and 2 Tigers, all between 13 and 17 inches.

After showing the local trout who was boss we met up with the rest of the fam and acquired the perfect piece of beach front property. The kids cooled themselves splashing in the water while the rest of us enjoyed the collateral spray at the waters edge. 

A day on the water is never complete without letting the little ones drive the boat. This is my favorite reservoir to cruise the shoreline taking in the spectacular views.  

The shoreline is heavily populated with red sided shiners which offered sport to the two youngest. Although they have a hard time understanding the concept of catch and release, I have a feeling they will become great anglers one day.

The evening of the 4th was quiet and free from the bright flashes and constant booms that fill the night sky back home. Nestled in a pine forest we celebrated by making smores and participated in our own pyrotechnics with the occasional flaming marshmallow.

The next morning we continued where we left off the day before. There were many more boats on the water but there was plenty of room for all. We caught several beautiful Tigers and Cutts. I was amazed at the colors and patterns found on the species of fish we were catching. They truly complimented the scenery and atmosphere of this high mountain reservoir.

The end came way too soon. I found myself reflecting on our trip on the ride home with a car full of exhausted, slumbering campers. There are other fisheries that offer faster fishing action. There are others in the area that offer trophy sized Cutthroat. There are closer opportunities for camping and fishing. However, I can't think of another place that offers it all in such a beautiful package.

Final Tally:

9 Cutthroat

4 Tiger Trout

30+ Minnows

1 Full Tank of R&R