Pedal partner Debra and I set out for Del Valle to cure the winter blues. Buyer beware, $26 to launch 2 yaks at Del Valle including predation permit. Water was stained and 59 degrees.
Grebes were drying their stuff.
Debra went bird fishing
Onto my fave lunch cove but we wuz thwarted I say
Fishing was slow but beer was cold and sammitches good
Debra reported that my new hand coil pole holder worked quite well.
We set off for the dam hoping for cleaner water
No one home there either so we pedalled homewards. Lake was full to the brim.
Ospreys were working it. Baldy’s were a no show but we could hear them high up.
So we had our hats handed to us. No bites, no fish. Tried Rapalas, spoons, bayou Boogies, worms etc. Sun came out as I hit the 11 mile mark.