Just got back from a 4 day houseboat trip to Shasta.
I drove up with brothers Mike and Carl McG. We met our host Mel, and his crew Anthony and John who had been on the houseboat for 3 days already.
We launched my tin can and tethered it to the mother ship with Mel’s 26 foot Regal strapped to the other side.
Spent the first night west of the 5 bridge.
A few of the trout we caught managed to slip out of our hands and bounce into the water and became part of the food chain themselves
One baldy hit the water hard and failed to grip and go. We figured he was a young one who was practicing.
Sunset in the McCloud arm
Mel and I with help from all ran lines all day and night. We ran stacked downriggers and various surface runners on the troll, minnows under bobbers, minnows and crawlers on the bottom tied up. At night we ran 2 floating crappie lights and chummed all of the moldy bagels. We found the mother lode where the McCLoud dumps in with bait by the acre and fish going apeshit on top. I tossed blue and silver kastmasters for hours with all the spotted bass I wanted to catch with a few bows mixed in.
The bass were puking buckets of 1 inch shad as they joined me on board. Blue/silver anything worked. White worked, all silver worked. Kastmasters, Little Cleos, Wee Tads, Shad Raps etc.
As we staked off to shore each day a few rounds were fired from some interesting iron replete with master machinist mods. No pics of this ordinance.
Was tough to push off the Mothership Wednesday as it made its way to the Pit Arm.