FISH CATCHING TRAVEL

Knockin Tail Lures by My CoastOutdoors
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Platora Lake
Platora Lake and the little village of Platora has been on my fishing list for a couple of years. There are 2 ways to get there, highway which is around a 10 miles, or over the mountains 40 miles. Of course we chose the mountains. It has been busy and the animals are laying low though we did see a few mule deer on the way. Our route was really rough and it took several hours but what fun.

Saw plenty of deer on the way. The antlers are starting to grow.
Once we finally got there first up was the ramp and it was bad. Looking at the Boss’s picture below it looked like the lake was a good 15′ down. The ramp was way up the hill and the only way to launch would have been down the hill and off a rocky bank. In my younger days I just might have tried it with help, but not now. Not only potentially dangerous, this area is isolated high mountains without cellphone coverage for 50 miles. More on that later.

The Boss lakeside. Notice the water level is 10 foot+ down.
So we went into town to get some coffee and info on renting a cabin to do a few days of serious fly fishing. There is actually a couple of seasonal places open but the whole “town” shuts down by the end of September. Talked to a few folks and got the lay of land for what I hope will be a few days right before they close. It will all depend on when I get back from catfishing on the Red River. But I digress.

Fish on. Even a blind hog.
As we were headed back the long way we made a quick stop so I could throw a few. I chose a dry and caught a brown fairly quickly. She took these with her phone from way above me. But suffice to say the river looks great with lots of public access. Definitely my kind of water and it looks like there is about 10+ miles of good public access so the plan is coming together.

Success a small brown on a dry.
Since it had been a long day, I was happy to just catch one so off we went. We got a few miles down the road when she goes – I have no power steering, and the battery light is on. I knew right away it was the belt, which on the 4 Runner is a 90″+ serpentine that runs the whole show. Oh No. I pulled the belt out and it was badly frayed, not sure what caused it but it was shredded.
So here is the picture, we are 30 miles from cell service broke down. So I hitch a One company said we will come get you what road are you on, sorry we are not allowed on that road. Most did not answer though one said he might be able to get us in the morning. ride and she stays with the truck. A nice Hispanic man took me 15 miles to a small store with internet. It is Sunday late afternoon and we are 60 miles from anything. Thank goodness the owner helped me and after calling every tow truck in sight we finally found someone to help us. One company said we will come get you what road are you on, sorry we are not allowed on that road. Most did not answer though one said he might be able to get us in the morning. Her husband even took me back the 15 miles to the Boss and the truck. Meanwhile she had limped a mile at a time until the truck would start to heat and ended up making it 2 miles to a local resort area.
The company that said they would come were amazingly fast, we loaded up and barely an hour after we called we were headed 60 miles to Alamosa. While we tried to figure out what to do, the 2 nearest Toyota dealers were over 100 miles away, the driver goes maybe our shop can help you and you can leave it with us in our lot tonight. And by God they did that and more.
We called a friend who took us the other 50 miles home and first thing in the morning I called the mechanic and he said he made sure nothing was broken to cause it, just belt failure and he was going to get one put it on and call me back. An hour later he was done and made sure it was all good. The punch line it was $220, a Toyota dealer would have been way more than that and it would have taken a week. The dealers have become such rip offs but that is another story.
So after owning them for 39 years this year for the first time ever I was left beside the road. It was not a mechanical failure perse, just a bad belt. So considering the whole experience we came out of it great. Living where we do, and doing what we do is our choice. It just comes with living in the middle of nowhere and even going farther in the middle of nowhere. We are so prepared with “stuff” but some things are just out of our control. But got the truck back the next morning good as new and will be headed back out fishing first thing in the morning. Just will keep an eye on the belt in the future. Lesson learned.

Boo Hoo!
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I Love Bears
If you have read my stuff you know a couple of weeks ago a bear pounded on my back window wanting some delicious pork chops. It was a cool close enough encounter and I figured that was it as the police chased him around. But oh no, it was about to get closer with a different bear.

2 feet away from the screen door on my breezeway. Hitting the road after I ran him off. Yikes.
Today was garbage day. We are religious about keeping our can locked up, getting it out late morning for pickup. So after the truck came, I went down and drug the can up the hill and set it in the breezeway. I left it there so I could get something else out of the shed. So I go in the house to eat something and the Boss heads to the dentist, and then it happened.
All of a sudden I see a bear casually strolling right outside the screen door. He goes right to the empty can, stands up, and tries to open it. I meanwhile yell and scream and beat on the wall and he looks at me and scoots away. I grab the camera and the shot above is him heading on down the hillside. What made it interesting is he came not from the forest side but the street side, in broad daylight, between the house and garage in the middle of the day without a care in the world.
We love and respect bears and stay bear aware. Today was a lesson learned, apparently we have the best smelling empty can around. To have a surprise bear 13″ feet away, I measured, is an awesome, frightening, cool, crazy and anything else you can think of experience. I called the police and they said they would be out; they usually haze them and if any bear needs hazing it was this guy. After he moved away a few feet, he was not worried and if you look at his mouth closely in the picture, he appears to not be so happy. Guess time to put a lock on the screen door to give me enough time to spray or shoot him if he tries to come in. But like I say and truly believe, don’t want to be around animals then don’t move where they are. They were here first and will be here long after we are gone. And man we love living here! And the Boss was pissed she was not here.
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Got up early this morning to beat the rush at one of the small streams I like to fish. By 8:00 they were coming out of the woodwork. I managed to put 3 in the net, 1 on a dry fly on the regular rod and reel, and 2 on the Tenkara. Here is a couple.

Fun on the dry fly.

A beautiful rainbow on the Tenkara.
My fly rod journey continues. It did not help that since I got sick last October there has been little fly fishing as walking and maneuvering up and down banks and rocks was no easy feat. Thank goodness that is slowly changing as I get more and more back to my old self. I really do like the bite on the Tenkara, and with some of our smaller streams it is all you need.
I have another big infusion early fall and if I make the same amount of progress it will sure help. But until then I will fish when I can, but with the dropping water levels it might be an interesting fall. While out government fiddles away the water issues in this country are going to come to a head and those worthless politicians will act like it is a surprise.
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Forward Facing Sonar
If you have read my stuff in the past, you know I oppose it for bass tournaments. But after reading some disturbing numbers my opposition to it grows. Unfortunately, I do not remember exactly which circuit it was, but it was one of the big ones and the weight average has gone up significantly. Herein lies my issue with that.
Many of the larger fish being taken are coming from more open water areas where normally they would not be caught or even fished for. With all the pressure from way to many tournaments now those fish need a break. Suspending in open water gives them that break. (Before you get you panties in a wad of course some move for forage.) If the weights are up obviously many of those fish are the bigger ones who are just trying to rest, they have seen it all and learn the bank is not a safe place to be. And with entirely to many bass tournaments the pressure is insane.
FFS has been termed spotlighting for bass, the same principal as for deer, which I think is a reasonable analogy. So I am changing my mind some. There was even a post (Take that with a grain of salt.) from a crappie guide complaining that on his lake the numbers are declining as everyone and their brother uses FFS. I know why the major bass fishing organizations do not ban it, they are beholden to the electronic companies and even if they know it is not a good thing they will continue to kowtow to them. As with so much of our outdoor issues it comes down to money and not often what is best for the resource.
I am stuck in my usual dilemma. As long as it is legal knock yourself out and I would never criticize the individual legal user doing a legal thing. The rules are the rules and as in so many areas like them or not they are the rules. Catch them until you are blue in the face or the law or attitude changes. And with that comes having to acknowledge that a bunch of folks do not like it, me included. Stay tuned the issue is far from over.
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Thought I would post this now as we will be out of town for some music this weekend and there is a crew coming tomorrow for a couple of days to rebuild the driveway. But the weather is fine and there will be more fishing and exploring in the days ahead. So keep stopping in and thanks for reading my stuff.
Good Luck and Tight Lines.

































































This bunch of sheep had just crossed the road.























