6-16-03 - BACK IN INDIANA AND SKUNKED AS ALWAYS!
HA HA HA!
Waters Fished: Trail Creek, Lake Michigan (MC
Fish Caught: 0
Outing Date: 6-16-03
Air Temp: 70's
Water Temp: 65F
Water Level: Normal
Water Color: Muddy
Fish Species: Steelhead
Pattern Fished: MP's Antron
Bug, MP's Coho Killer
Pattern Color: as per the respective patterns
Fishing Quality: Tough
So ya thought maybe you could keep me out of Indiana???
Heck no...I have an annual license and I'm gonna get my money's
Chromeseeker had some luck last week, 1/3, and
at work this Monday he emailed that he might head out there either
Monday or Tuesday. Hey, it's been over 1 month since I've chased
steelies, and more than 3 months since I've been in Indy. I was
totally fair game, especially now that it was warm, we could night
fish, and I think all of the fishing restrictions are now lifted.
So there's not much to say. Between traffic and
such I arrived at 7:45 PM upstream on Trail Creek. Bart was already
there, and had "possibly" gone 0/1 on a steelie (honestly
he wasn't sure). Water was murky and a relatively warm 65F, so I
focused my time in two areas; the slow deeper pools and the holding
areas below the riffles. In that time I may have hooked up with
something, Bart landed 1 smolt (of fair size by now) but not much
was happening. We both had noticed several cars downstream, so maybe
we were too far up?
We headed way down; didn't want to get in with
all those other anglers (maybe they had the right spot though?).
Dusk quickly became night, and with a thin layer of clouds the fullish
moon gave little beneficial light. I switched from my earlier smaller
offering of MP's Antron to MP's Coho Killer Wolley, about size 6.
At first we didn't recognize the area of stream we were in; it looked
totally different from winter. Perhaps the water was way up?
As it turns out, the water was probably way DOWN,
as Bart had a real easy time of crossing; never got in deeper than
his knees. I'm VERY LEARY of wading across a mucky river that I'm
not familiar with in PITCH BLACK, so I opted to stay put and simply
swing the same run, over and over. Total silence, a dark sky, little
bits of stuff floating by on the surface, and the occasional pop
at the surface pretty much summed up the atmosphere. Not scary,
but not exactly comfortable....
I did manage a hit; without a doubt it was a smaller
fish, pretty sure a smolt, but hopefully it may have grown since
winter stocking? Nope....I landed what was arguably the most sickly,
anemic looking smolt I've ever seen.
Around 10:00 I called CS and suggested we try the
pier. He was "down with that" but first wanted to try
a couple stretches upstream. No problem, I'll continue swinging.
I watched him walk up and settle in for some nice long drifts on
the pin. As I'm casting, I hear a branch creaking. Creak...Creak...SPLASH!
I scream upriver, "Bart, are you OK?!". No response. Great,
Bart is now drowning and I'm going to have to cross this river in
the dark and avoid getting sucked into the muck or tripping over
a submerged log. "BART!! ARE YOU O K?!"
"Yes", he shouted back. "Just a
bit wet. I caught the river". And NOW I know it's OK to laugh
my ass off. Bart had apparently been reaching for or holding onto
a branch that "wasn't attached" to anything and he took
a good duck, all the way in. As he put it, he kinda "laid down"
in the river. As he walked back, I got what *might* have been a
hit from a larger fish, but nothing materialized on the end of my
After a change of shirts into something dry, we
headed to the Pier in Michigan City. Bart slammed the gobies there
last week, but this week NOTHING was going on. We were there probably
until 11:30, really more just taking in the night than fishing.
We know they're here, we KNOW we'll find them...Skaminia
Mania is just around the corner, right? Besides, I am still TECHNICALLY
SKUNKED in Indiana...smolts don't really count (even though they
are FISH). I have a losing streak to break.