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Lindon Harbor is officially open for boats…and float tubes. Nary an ice cube inside. Some thin rotten sheet ice floating around in the main lake.
Launched my tube for the first time this year about 7:30. Air temp and water temp the same…46. Hmmm? That supposed to mean something?
Zig-Zagged out of the harbor, watching the sonar. Depth averaged between 5 and 5.5 feet…about 2 feet deeper than late last fall. Hope it comes up a lot more before summer.
Didn’t see a single fish on the trip across the harbor. No married ones neither. Water is still kinda funky inside. Might take some wind to fluff up the water and make it more fish-friendly.
The surface of the lake was glass. Could see a line of ice a couple of hundred yards to the west. No fish on sonar or hitting the surface…not even an agitated carp. fish desert.
Reached the Bubbleup and noticed that it was bubbling. There was a line of bubbles and water coming in for about a hundred yards or so before the outside (only) marker buoy.
Figured that should be good enough to bring in some whities…and maybe a wallie or two. Figured I’d probably get a bunch more of the dinkster white bass that have been so thick the last year. Figured wrong. Bad news was that I didn’t catch any dinksters. Good news was that I got some better ones…from 12 to 14 inches. Mo bettah. Bad news is that I only got six.
I couldn’t find any schools of fish along the pipe. The few I caught came one at a time, with time in between each fish. A lot of casts and finesse retrieves for every one I got. Tough. But those larger ones put up a good tussle.
As the slow bite dropped to zilch, I began to change up lures, colors and presentations. I fished small tubes, large grubs, crankbaits and spinners. Nuttin’ honey. I coulda quit by 9:30 and it would be good.
Instead, I started dragging some minnows and carp meat around the area…hoping for a cat or a walleye. No love there either. Not a pop.
Then I noticed that the line of ugly green ice was moving closer to shore with the freshening SE breeze. Not wanting to become a ground up Slurpee along the shoreline I motored back inside the harbor. Not even a close call.
Tried fishing several spots that have produced early fish in the past. Naked, barren, zilch. Finally hauled my old carcass out of the water and boogied about noon.
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