I have been sick for a long time, thinking and often wishing that I was going to die, but some very skilled heart and lung specialists at the Univ of Utah hospital have given me hope and recently, permission to go fishing once again.
Last week I took that trip. I chose Joes valley Reservoir in hopes of catching a trophy tiger muskie on ultra light tackle. I have caught several of the beautiful predators, but never on light tackle.
We got a room in Castledale and then drove the 14 miles to the high mountain lake. We got the guagga inspection behind us and were soon on the water.
Using the electric trolling motor on the boat’s bow we slowly worked the rocky structure that the big predators prefer on the east side of the reservoir. There were no other boats nor anglers on the lake, which is often the case. Anticipation was high as Wrongway Johnson and I methodically casts our lures lures towards the rocky edges. the afternoon passed rapidly with no follows nor strikes. We had worked our way back to the launch ramp when the big muskie struck my lure.
If we had been fishing in brush there would have been no chance of landing the fish. Any contact with anything in the water or even the bottom of the boat would severe the spider web thin line. Wrongway moved us into deeper water as I slowly brought the fish to where I would have a chance of landing him.
For the first 15 minutes the fish went wherever he wanted with long deep runs, but the strain from the light rod and the drag, however light, brought him back to the boat. The net was too small for the fish so I was forced to reach into the water and grab him in the gills. He thrashed as I lifted him into the boat and the pain in my fingers nearly overcome the adrenalin rush I was experiencing . Blood poured from my hand as the fish got his revenge, but pain and blood or not he was in the boat where we could measure and weigh him. 38" and 17.5 lbs. We quickly took a few pictures and released him. I was spent and exhausted, but extremely gratified.
We were back on the water by daylight the following day. It was to be a repeat of the previous day, casting carefully along the rocky structure. late in the afternoon we had another fish in the boat. This one also weighted 18 lbs and was just short of 38". Two days and only two fish. Normally this might have depressed me, but these were great fish that most anglers will never have a chance to catch. I was elated, but wore down.
The next morning we tried another part of the reservoir. There were giant fish in the shallows, but we could not entice them to strike at the lures we placed right in their faces. Finally, as wrong way was lifting his lure from the water another fish struck. We watched the tiger take the lure and turn to escape. 20 minutes later the third fish was measured, photographed and released. Our trip had ended. This old man had caught, perhaps his one last trophy in the company of a lifelong friend on one of Utah’s most beautiful waters. The Lord truly gives me many blessings.
footnote: The fish I landed on the 2 lb line exceeded the IGFA world record for that line class by nearly 5 lbs. Rather than submit it to the IGFA for consideration for the world record, I can only hope and dream that my health will improve and I can return and catch one of the giant 50" that swim the clear mountain waters.