After fishing East Lake with no luck on Saturday ( due to high winds ), I decided to break down and finally hit Diamond.
Started out at the campground ramp between the Diamond Lake resort and the South Ramp. When I arrived, some folks were just taking their boat out of the water. They told me the fishing was terrible, had only a few fish to show for three days effort. However, they also said that it had been very windy on Diamond for the past few days. And if the weather reports I'd been reading were correct, that wasn't going to continue thru Sunday ( it didn't. )
It was a beautiful day out, sunny and clear, with an incredible view of Mount Thielsen over the lake ( the picture below is my new wallpaper. )
But when I launched my boat....cripes, I've never seen such humongous weed-beds. I'm not kidding, it reminded me of the Catalina Island kelp forests.
Finally I found a spot where there didn't seem to be any weeds and started casting. Only a couple of small fish, thrown back, and lots of weeds on the hook....and lost hooks. And so I moved....and found myself in more weeds, moved again, and still more weeds. I eventually ended up almost in the middle of the lake, and still couldn't get out of the weedbeds.
Then, about noontime, I noticed a sizable gaggle of boats about a hundred yards away, towards the west side of the lake. Okayyy, there must be something going on over there, I said to myself...and so I hauled anchor and hauled myself over that way.
The boats were well spread out, and so I had no trouble finding a place to anchor without encroaching on anyone else's turf.
Within a minute of my line hitting the water.....wham! Fought him for a good ten minutes before I netted that bad boy, a gorgeous 22 incher. He was followed in quick succession by a 15, 16, 20, and finally another 16 inch fish. It was amazing, I have never gone from famine to feast so quickly. One minute it was as dead as the proverbial doornail, the next I couldn't keep my line in the water. All the fish put up tremendous fights, one in particular put on a spectacular aerial ballet. They were also chunky and hard fleshed; if I didn't know better, I could have sworn that two of them were triploids.
By 2:30, I had limited out at was on my way back to the dock.
Oh....riiiiiight, almost forgot. I was using inflated crawlers with a touch of Dr. Juice trout scent.
Yet Another Diamond Lake Report
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