Well, the best thing I can say about fishing at Deer Creek today was that we didn’t have to worry about getting run down by water skiers. With the temperature at almost 40 degrees at 8:00 am, I was worried that a few boaters might show up. Fortunately, the wind must have kept them away. The flag in the parking lot was standing out at a 90 degree angle from the pole as it whipped in the wind. The ice was about six inches thick covered by maybe an inch of snow. Then the rain started. It turned the snow on top of the ice to slippery slush puddles. I don’t know that I’ve ever been colder ice fishing even though the temperature was so high. Then we looked down toward Provo Canyon and saw the storm front coming our way. As it passed through, the wind doubled or tripled in speed and strength, blowing our buckets over, knocking our poles off their jigging stands, and making it hard to even stand up. We just sat with our backs to the wind and waited it out. It would have been nice to have a shelter, but then again the wind might have picked it up and blown it away with us inside. The fish must have sensed the storm coming and gone and hid because we didn’t see any on the finder the whole morning. One finally did take my bait, and I landed him–a nice fat 14-inch rainbow. Because the top of the ice was so wet, it was almost transparent, so I could see him flashing and fighting underwater as I brought him in. That, and the special weather, made the morning a memorable one.
By the way, in case you don’t know, the water level at Deer Creek is still way down. We were fishing by the “island” but it is really a big peninsula. I’ll attach a photo that shows the actual ice level and the normal shoreline, a good 50 feet or more higher. For that reason, be prepared to walk a greater distance if you go fishing at Deer Creek this year.
The funny thing about the weather today was that when I got back down in the valley, in Provo, the sun was shining, and the temperature was up in the 50’s. People were out jogging in shorts. It was like I had traveled to another planet. To celebrate, I changed my ice fishing gear for fly fishing and spent a very pleasant afternoon on the lower Provo River catching browns. But that’s another story.