10/02/09

fly fishing hawaii:

the lake report.

wow... october already... so much to fish, so little time.  i had planned to go out with e.t. and his clients jeff and garrett today but had forgotten that i had told the kirksta that we could go check out the lake today.  kirk took a day off from work to go so i had to cancel on e.t. and the guys (sorry guys i wanted to get out with you again... next time).  gettin’ old and forgetful.

so kirk and i headed out to the lake to see how the fall goings ons were going on.  we got out about ten thirty and the lake was a complete ghost town, absolutely dead.  no red devils, no peacocks, not even bait rippling the shoreline.  we cruised around and saw all the guides and their clients.  i don’t know how they were doing or how the early morning was... i can only report what we saw...  nottin’.  chris wright was on the water we gave each other the shrug of the shoulder as we passed by.  you can check out how they did at www.hawaiibassfishing.com i haven’t checked the site as of this posting.  we worked some shoreline without so much as a chase.  the only signs of life were the lake bats (plecostomus) rising for air.  sometimes the lady of the lake can be a cruel mistress.  i kept telling her, “come on... just show me a sign.”

the lady of the lake kept silent and we just kept on getting the beat down and hoping for a sign.  i had brought two beulah switch rods the 4/5 and the 5/6.  i wanted to see how a 200 grain scientific angler streamer express line would work on these rods.  so i kept myself busy casting through the long, dead hours.  the line threw well on both rods but seemed to load the 4/5 just a little better imo (in my opinion... i just learned that).  at the end of the rig was a fly that i picked up on my last trip called a floating smelt.

i think it was around one thirty or so when we finally saw some signs of life in the form of very sporatic busts in the kemoo island area.  i pounded around deep for a while, still no bites.  i was beginning to prepare myself mentally for the first lake bolo i have had in a long, long, time.  fortunately, as the afternoon wore on the busts began to get a little more consistent.  we were finally able to get some peacocks.  the busting fish were fast and randomly popping up all over the place.  we just drifted the stretch from miki miki flat to the basin over and over. it took preparedness and the utmost patience as we watched fish pop up “over there”.  whenever the fish busted within casting range we would take quick shots at them.

we ended up getting about four or five tucs a piece doing this for a couple of hours before the shut down.  it was a pretty tough bust by lake tuc busting standards.  it was tough to get on the bust.  none the less, those couple of hours were filled with excitement, frustration, laughs, and some strong fat peacocks that put quite a bend in the beulah 4/5 that i was fishing.  always good to get out with the kirksta and today was just another example of how you never know unless you go... and sometimes you gotta go and stay too.

clay with his "go ducks" abel and peacock.

fatty.

kirksta leading in one of his fish.

no matter how the fishing is the kirksta will fish hard to the bitter end.  hopefully this is only the beginning of a ridicu-fall bite.  good times.

clay.