12-14-2004, 12:34 AM
I went to Scofield with my Scouts this past Saturday morning. We had a good time. The weather was perfect (a balmy 8 degrees at 7:30 a.m., and it warmed up to a blistering 22 degrees after the sun came up). The fishing wasn't bad. I got a fish on the ice within five minutes of drilling my hole, while I was still helping the boys get their lines and bait ready. Unfortunately, it didn't continue at that rate. We had about a dozen lines in the water, with all kinds of different rigs (tube jigs, rat finkees, whatacrickets, etc. tipped with meal worms, wax worms, and nightcrawlers) and we would catch one fish every twenty or thirty minutes. That got a bit boring for 11 and 12-year olds. Around 11:00 we went over by the dam where there were lots of little fish. Once we got everyone's jig and bait down to the right size (small rat finkees tipped with meal worms, wax worms, or bits of nightcrawler), we caught lots of small (six to ten inch) planters. We occasionally got a big one also. In fact, the biggest fish of the day (about 18 inches long) was caught just before 2:00 p.m. when we were packing up to head home.
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