Went up to Gregory Today around 3pm, and after driving around the very crowded and loud children infested lake, I decided that instead of battling the crowds, reading my book and sitting under the shade of the pine trees on the south shore was the best bet. The crowds don't go over there because due to the large trees lining the south shore, you have to be able to cast with a decent amount of skill, without snagging it in the branches.

I decided to bait it and tossed some inflated crawlers out for about 3 hours. The bite was slow. 2 small trout 1lb - 1 1/2 lb in size which I released, and a lot of laughing from the stoners to my left was all I got. But it was a beautiful day though, sunshine and everything, and it gave me a chance to read.

Everything was fine until I decided to leave. Noticing an empty jar of power bait in a couple of feet of water, I decided to pick it up along with all of the other damned trash that people leave there. As I carefully attempted to scoop up the debris with my net, the "fishing on mothers day" curse zapped me with a good one, and I subsequently found myself wading in about 4 feet of water.
So much for helping nature I figured. So I drove home to Summit Valley...soaking...because I don't have enough brains to keep a spair change of clothes in the car. Next year I'll stay home and play it safe.

Hey...at least I got the damned jar.

Cheers~

Chandler

"We were somewhere on the edge of the desert, near Barstow, when the drugs began to take hold" - HST