Six-Mile-Lake-11-20-2009

by Mr BFSH
(Tobiano, BC)

The weather had been tempting all week as the temperatures (C) hovered in the low teens but it wasn't until Friday that the winds had subsided enough to attempt a late session of fishing.

KJ and I agreed to give it a try and we headed out just after lunch so that we could catch the 2:15pm Major Solunar Feed Period. We almost didn't make it as my transmission in the old van was acting up. It ended up just needing some fluid so after we took care of that, it was up the hill to 6 Mile Lake (near Tobiano,BC).

When we arrived a moderate breeze was blowing from the east. The weather report said a changing wind from East to SE to South to SW was expected. We got on the water and headed to the usual spots along the dropoffs. There were plenty of fish on the fish finder so we took up our spots, threw our anchors and started casting. Both of us were armed with a sinking line and a floater. I started off dragging a booby fly and when I anchored I went to a green hyalella shrimp. The results were unproductive.

The wind decided to change 180 degrees so I pulled up anchor and drifted down to the east end of the lake. Ken wasn't getting anything either and he was floundering around trying to find the right fly. There were some rain clouds in the area and the wind really picked up so we both headed to the south shore for some cover. Again we were picking up a lot of fish on the finder but not a bite.

There was a short period of time, around 3:30pm that a calm came over most of the lake and I noticed a few rises in the shallows in the west half of the lake. Making note of it, I was wondering whether to venture in. When I finally tired of casting and coming up empty, I pulled up the anchor, set up my dry line with a yellow/tan damsel about 14 feet below the strike indicator and dragged it to the shallows. It wasn't 1 minute that I hit the shallows that I got my first fish. A nice 17" rainbow. It even had some fight in him, particularly when I was trying to release the indicator.

Now (4:30pm), as daylight was getting slim, we both headed toward our trucks. I thought, at the last second, to scoot across the lake to the spot that always seems to hold fish at dusk. I wasn't disappointed. As soon as I cruised over my favorite spot I had another strike and another 17" beauty. I got him into the net and headed for shore.

It was a nice way to end what may possibly be my last day out on the lakes this season (never say never though).

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