Return to Regan Lake

Yesterday, the winds were forecasted to be about half of what they have been recently so, I invited my neighbor the shed hunter to join me again in our third visit to the remote lake -- with the hope of catching another of those monster Brookies.  We arrived there a little past 9:00 a.m. and found the beach there to be occupied by some campers (four guys with fly rods had camped there overnight).  There also were a few other anglers on the shoreline that had driven up on ATVs (possibly from a camp down at the entrance road to the lake).

We had our sights on the same part of the lake where I had caught the 17 inch and one 14 inch Brook trout and four others.  Luckily, the wind was calm and the lake nearly like glass and no one had taken the spot we had hoped to fish.  Darvin got there first and took the spot I had caught those nice fish and I moved past him toward the dam and farther around the lake trying my lures in the clear waters.  After over two hours of fishing, neither of us had a single bite and the winds began to pick up as predicted so, we had some lunch and discussed the prospects of staying or heading back down the road to Road Canyon Reservoir #1 only 7 miles away.  The four campers had made a circuit around the lake and Darvin talked with them and they too had not had any luck or seen any fish.  Made our decision easier and I already had decided to switch to Power Bait at the next stop.

When we arrived at Road Canyon Reservoir, the winds seemed to ease up and I convinced Darvin to fish the far side of the dam where I had heard the fishing might be best.  So I parked near the dam and we walked across the dam and over the spillway.  Darvin got to the other side first since I made a stop at the restroom below the dam.  He caught a nice fish almost as soon as I arrived on the other side and settled on a spot just short of where he stopped.  Soon after, I caught a nice 13 inch Rainbow -- using Power Bait (hate to admit it but, I had failed to get a bite here previously using my preferred lures).  Shortly, he caught another much nicer fish of about 18 inches and then another soon thereafter.  Meanwhile, I only had one more small bite and decided to move to a spot on the other side of Darvin, and soon had another nice trout of about 15 inches.  Darvin kept catching more fish and then had some problems with a snag and then lost a couple fish that broke his line.  Then, his biggest fish got off his stringer and some frustration set in as the weather became more threatening and windy.  He wanted to leave but, I told him another half hour before I wanted to leave.

After he took a short walk and calmed down a bit he agreed we should catch our limits -- and he did but, I came up one short as I saw storm clouds coming over the mountain on the other side of the lake. Time to leave and avoid a soaking before getting that fourth trout -- not worth it in my mind.