I put in at Pass at about 9:30. I waited till after daylight because it was cold as hell. When I arrived at the lake it was 38 degrees. My first cast slipped out of my hand and fell all of about 15 feet. My bad cast was rewarded with a fish jumping out of the water after my fly. I had it on shortly then lost it. As I headed down the roadside into the cove I had several strikes and a couple of fish on. I thought it would be a good day. I worked the water after the cove it and my day soon slowed. I picked up about a fish an hour and the strikes were less frequent.
The odd thing about the 19 and 17 inch fish that I released is that they were both injured. The 19 looked like a bird or a net had left scars on its body. The 17 inch fish had part of its gill missing and had some type of slash also.
Scooter and I had plans on returning on Sunday however we got over-excited and fished the lake on Saturday afternoon. I should know by now that Pass is always slow in the afternoons. We got blanked after a couple of hours of fishing and saw very little surface activity. He fished the transitional depths while I worked the shallows. The only fish we saw caught were on olive chronies.
