Note: The names of the lakes in this post have been changed to protect their identity (and to save my skin, as I have been sworn to secrecy and will be subject the torturous barbary of my brother-in-law if I squeel).Marrying into the Elg family gave way to countless hours of fish stories and talk of great lakes and streams full of trophy trout. This picture was taken in early Sept. 06 on a trip Dad (Elg), Josh, Savannah, and I went on to fish in one of these secrete trophy-producing lakes. No-name Lakes are located up in the mountains of Eastern Idaho. We drove around and hiked all over them thar hills looking for the trail head that would take us on a relatively easy 7 mile hike in to the lakes. Well... it was great driving around, mountains jutting up above us, but we never found the trail head. I forgot to mention that we slept in the bed of the truck and woke up to about 4 inches of snow on the ground (melted off by mid-day). Anyway - we had pretty much given up and were heading out when we saw a sign on the side of the road. No-name Lakes - 2 miles. We couldn't' believe it. We decided that we had come to fish, so we'd better get hiking. Two miles was not far at all, especially compared to the 7 mile hike we were initially looking forward to. Two m
iles would be a piece of cake... or would it? We soon found out that what the road sign forgot to include was that the two miles was straight up. The high altitude combined with the steep grade did nothing but make me sound like a wheezing water buffalo with a cold. All the while Savannah and Josh skipped circles around me picking flowers and singing songs as they went. We eventually reached the lakes and built a small fire to keep warm. Now it was fishing time. I went for the sure-fire worm under a bobber just to get the skunk off. I hurled my rig out into the lake and watched as the ripples from the plash scatter in all directions. Then.... all was silent. I watched with the intensity of a hawk, scouting the surface for any sign of a possible taker. And then, without any warning at all, I GOT SKUNKED (and so did everyone else)! Some lake! Actually, I did get a visual on one fish while we were there - a biggie cruising the bank for a sweet little something to snack on no doubt. It was pushing at least 25 inches - easy, and made a wake as it went. So the fish are in there. Just wasn't our day. We'll kill'm next time (as the hike in will do me). Until then, the No-name Lakes trip is a great memory of time well spent with family. Oh - and for anyone interested, I have a classic video of dad lighting the fire with white gas the night before our hike in. Tight lines!
iles would be a piece of cake... or would it? We soon found out that what the road sign forgot to include was that the two miles was straight up. The high altitude combined with the steep grade did nothing but make me sound like a wheezing water buffalo with a cold. All the while Savannah and Josh skipped circles around me picking flowers and singing songs as they went. We eventually reached the lakes and built a small fire to keep warm. Now it was fishing time. I went for the sure-fire worm under a bobber just to get the skunk off. I hurled my rig out into the lake and watched as the ripples from the plash scatter in all directions. Then.... all was silent. I watched with the intensity of a hawk, scouting the surface for any sign of a possible taker. And then, without any warning at all, I GOT SKUNKED (and so did everyone else)! Some lake! Actually, I did get a visual on one fish while we were there - a biggie cruising the bank for a sweet little something to snack on no doubt. It was pushing at least 25 inches - easy, and made a wake as it went. So the fish are in there. Just wasn't our day. We'll kill'm next time (as the hike in will do me). Until then, the No-name Lakes trip is a great memory of time well spent with family. Oh - and for anyone interested, I have a classic video of dad lighting the fire with white gas the night before our hike in. Tight lines!
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