Day 6 of BC Morgan again last full day of fishin and Big Fishidis

  We deiced to go back to Morgan lake and try it out again, maybe with the cooler days and nights, the water temps would drop 70-71 to maybe the mid 60s and the bite would pick up somewhat like last year’s big fish-days

   We all had it “BIG FISHIDIS”  you know that thing that gets in your mind and you just have to catch that one more big fish to set you free. All true fishermen get it one time or another. I've had it many times and I'm sure to get it again & again. Be it on a Steelhead, a Brown, Brook, Bow or maybe on a Bass once again, but I'll get it.
    The weather did make a change to the lake the water is cooler now at 65 but still real cloudy with low visibility maybe two feet or less.  

    By 9:30 were back at Morgan there is one other angler there getting ready to go out. He is in the water well ahead of us. He makes a bee line power stroking to get to his favorite spot drops anchor and starts working the bobber lobbin rig in all directions. Mostly in 12 foot of water, he looks like he fishes here a lot being a local. Well after about a hour he pulls out of that cove, back on the ores and heads over to the north end of the lake. Passing Gary on the way, ( I found out later he was talking on the phone with someone about the lake.)  

   It was about a hour later after we started fishing that another angler show up in his 12 ft boat put all his gear in and motored out into about 25 ft of water dropped front and rear anchors, rigged up and found bottom and started fishing straight down like so many do here. I watched him change up flies at least 6 times never moving. After two hours of nothing he was heading in along with the other guy that had just left. Both without catching anything that any of us saw. Well I wasn’t catchen anything either and it didn’t sound like any of us were catchen either, I headed in and started pulling my stuff apart and getting ready to head out to another lake we talked about going to Walliper lake just down the road from camp.  Shortly after I made it to shore everybody followed suit.

    I’m a creature of habit bed every-night about the same time, up extra early between 4:30- 5ish, put the keys in the same spot always while fishing and so forth.  Well this time when we got to the bumpy drive into Morgan I took my keys off just leaving the ignition key in. ”Well I’m now out of sync” we head out and I grab my keys off the dash and with the fob lock the truck. GO FISH!!! When I came back in I unlocked the truck threw the keys on the dash like always and started loading up. So did everybody else. We had decided to stop in Logan lake get some beer and head to Walliper. Rich starts his truck and I go to start mine. NO IGNITION KEY.

The search begins, I’m totally lost I check where I put the keys maybe it fell off the snap lock to the rest of them, after crawling around on the ground looking still in my waders, everybody else looking on the ground all around we tear up everything inside of the truck 20 minutes or more goes by I’m about to loose it, I’m over heating and really getting stress out. I've never in all my driving days lost my keys excepting once, and at that moment when I did I knew it. I was at Pass Lake in Anacortes, only a short 5 miles away from home. I put my keys in a pocket that was bottomless with a big hole, I heard them hit the water and saw them sinking to the bottom. So I don’t really call them lost.

   The guys see me going into overload and tell me to sit down take off the waders, relax a few, Scott’s phone has internet and reception he looks up a locksmith and gives me the phone.  The locksmith tells me. “Your 09 has a chip and that is a dealer only item. Well it’s Sunday the dealer is closed. An hour from Kamloops two much gear for one rig. Back to searching. Gary starts pulling everything out of the back of the truck now a hour has gone by the weather is getting as hot as me and then Gary yells out Greg come here look down there is that something between the tailgate and the bed. That’s it but it’s jammed in tight and everytime we try to lift the gate it gets tighter and I can see the key bending. With everybody trying to grab it with hemos, channel locks, lodged in tight.    Remove the tailgate it is finely free but the key looks like a horseshoe well bent, slowly I straighten it out the best I can till I see it cracking. Try it in the ignition and the truck starts. SAVED and Gary has a new nick name Mighty Mouse my hero. Two and a half hours later we’re in Logan Lake getting Gas and next stop some well-deserved adult beverages. But while getting gas Scott heard a story of someone catching a 6 or 8 pound hawg in the lake. We talk about fishing there and cruze down to the lake watch all the people and lots of them but know body is catching. We pulled out and headed to Walliper Lake.

    Walliper is another lake that I wouldn’t mind coming back to with a lighter rod maybe a fall lake. It’s full of fish mostly small but I’m sure there has to be some bigger ones in it. My first Bow was 16 and I caught some at 14 and was broke off once on the take so I don’t know how big that one was. But it snapped me off like I had 7X tippit on when I had 3X. The deepest water I found was 16 feet and most of the fish I caught and I caught lots in the 6-10 in range on a dry like and a soft hackle for a while every cast produced a fish.    

Rich or “TE”  short for the, The Entertainer, he ventured out farther and said that across lake was deep  at 35+ feet.

  It was getting late and we still had dinner to make my Kilbosa  Stew, well we had lots of spaghetti sauce left over and I used up the mushroom soup mix so I added the veggies and Kilbosa and TE had some left over garlic bread. That was dinner in the dark.  Tomorrow do a little fishing early pack up by noon and head home.
     That plan changed after I called home to make sure that Ginny had taken her meds. She remembered that she had a doctors appointment on Tues at 1:30.


       Gary and I gave Rich the nick name TE on the ride home. Rich is full of stories of work, hunting, fishing trips, the many places he he has been too, family, friends always good and very entertaining. plus he is full of music not only playing the guitar very well but has a sing voice that puts a lot of professional to shame.

The drive home was uneventful until we got to the boarder crossing back into the states. I didn't know that we had oranges in my cooler and NO FRUIT from Canada is allowed in the US just like no wood is allowed in Canada. So with Mr. Bored the guard I received the third degree and was told that. " In the future I'm to know of everything that is in both my truck and trailer or that I could be fined up to Three Hundred Dollars for not declaring contra-band."

    We all had a great trip and are already looking forward to coming back up next year. Starting the planning in January or February and think of heading to a different region, well never know what the weather will bring or how good the fishing is until later.
     Last year was hot where most of us didn't even use out waders in the water. Sunburns and lots of bugs in camp. this year windy, wet and almost cold, only some lost and found keys for unwanted entertainment. Some things to remember for next years adventure. LONGJOHNS needed or not we're all bring them. Total miles on this trip 767 no vehicle problems.