Skunked!

Well, after finishing off last year like a house of fire, we got skunked on our first trip of the season this year. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya out there. It went kinda like this; Jason, Jean and Nate struck off to Cold Stream Pond in a snowstorm before dawn, temps about -8 without the windchill. We set up the first ten traps, then did a little set up on the last five. By ten AM we were froze up pretty good and the heater wasn't acting just right, but that's okay, at least if you're catching fish. But we weren't.

So, to make a long story short, after our hiatus setting up traps, Nate and I immediately popped the cord on the auger, and precluded the possibility of drilling any more holes. We fished until three thirtyish to no avail. I did play tug and pull with either a togue or large salmon as we were picking up traps, but it gave up before I was ready to.

Buried in snow we headed back to dig out the truck. Our very nice honey hole from last year didn't produce this time, but last year we caught fish on every trip (even some nice 5+ pounders).

We'll probably give it a try again on Monday, but may move up the lake a little. It is important to note that another party of four was right behind us on the lake. They chased down four flags but never got a hook set. Their first flag came no more than two minutes after they set a Heritage Laker in the hole.

The fish are there, but I guess tonight I'll spend some time watching guys catch them on youtube. Oh yeah, and Nate, you looked like freakin Hannibal Lecter in your new mask.