The adventure continues with day 4

Thursday early AM time to venture out. I grabbed the map book so that we could talk about something different on our last full day of fishing.

Looking at the Map, not too far away, less than thirty minutes. We see two lakes close by each other Piska and Face Lakes.

Piska is big water as we saw on the map. Big is OK if it is hidden low and surrounded by trees to block the wind a bit. Piska also has a large camp grounds but it is wide open to the elements no trees.

It's not the kind of place that I like to fish, while checking out the launch Rich finds someone awake and asked him about the fishing.

It's hard to say if the guy was lying about the fish or telling the truth. His comment "I've been here for the last three day and have only caught a few fish and nothing over a kilo. The boy and I heard that there is supposed to be some big fish in here." Haven’t see them, A.

Let's go find Face Lake was all agreed on. Heading into Face are two roads.  the Lodge / Resort Road, and the back road.

The back road was a bit rugged and we needed to slip it into four wheel drive to get thru a few spots. After Scott and I traveled down maybe two miles we came to a tree across the road that our pontoon boats wouldn’t clear. And if I can’t clear it, Rich and Gary sure as hell wouldn’t clear them. We pull out the two way radios and call back to Gary and Rich to let them know that we are looking for somewhere to turn around. I found a spot that took me six or seven moves to get turned around .

When we got up to Rich and Gary they were still looking for a place to turn around.  Just as they did get turned around here come a beater pick-up down the road and wings it just pass gray and Rich and stops.

Gary tells them about the tree across the road. “ We have a chain saw to cut are way thru. If you guys want to follow.  After more time then I want to sitt around and talk about the fishing I want to go fishing.  

We head back to the Resort / Lodge road and stop at the first house and I goes up to talk to the people and I get greeted by a old bull dog so old and tired that it can hardly bark or snort.

    This young  guy come to the door and I ask him about the fishing.

Well if you go down to the lodge they are going to tell ya the fishing is great and that you’ll catch lots of them, it will be all BS never caught a fish worth keepin here. Know what I mean,  A??

I’ll tell ya about a place that you can catch twice the fish and much bigger tooo.  Just go back the way you came. You all got a map? 

Scott brought up the map book and this guy shows us the trail. He explains to us that it just a bit larger that a ATV trail and the lake is in just about two klicks.  I’m not military and to me a klick is just about a kilometer or just over a half mile.

        So I’m thinking just maybe over a mile off road. Well into this road that is not more than a ATV trail and absolutely no place to turn around we’re in now maybe 2 miles and come to a mud puddle that is 9 feet wide and 50 ft long.

I get out and walk the side route “Pretty tough to make the turn. When Gary and Rich pull up behind me. Gary jumps out and walks the mud hole.

On the far side he Said “It’s only a bit deeper in some places and feels pretty solid.”

I put it in hi four and head across. No problem. Through a steep canyon ford a creek and up the steep side. And into a clearing and we see the lake. I look at my odon 3.4 miles in. and just about an hour. We unload the boats and get to fishing. The water is much cooler at 52 degrees but then again we’re up lots higher at 5400*ft.

 Just as the fishing get good the wind kicks up and its hell to pay. We all caught fish and had a great time, but Scott had the best time in my book. He played tug a war with a fish and a loon one of the biggest Loons that I ever saw.  It was a stalemate until the Loon had to take a breath. He let up and Scott took full advantage of it the Loon let go and Scotts reel caught fire with him a spinning the line on. Just as he lifted up the rod the Loon was right on its tail, and almost had it again.

We headed out to get away from the wind spent the next hour getting to the main road. Passed a couple of people on ATVs and all they could do is shake their heads and the CRAZIES drove out past them.

   It’s now getting on close to 2:30 we head back to camp grab some quick grub and everybody wants to head back to Morgan Lake and more big fish.

To Morgan we go, When we get there the lake is void of fishermen on the water, but a couple of girls are a fishin from shore, more drinking then fishin, the wind is  howlin here too.

 But the guys need to catch more fish, I stay back to do some scribbling in my book and fill in some of my notes.

They swing around to fish the upper cove and to try to get out of the wind. After a while I walk over to see how things are goin and find them tied up to trees cause their anchors won’t hold them. All Chronie fishin and catchin not a lot.

As the day starts to fade into nite they start coming back in.

I had talked to a guy driving by about the Tunka Road and he told me that it was pretty good and that are drive back to Jac La Jean would be a bit shorter.

We took his advice and headed that way, Nice drive just wish we could see more. NEXT TIME !!