Pulled into the last cove, on the Lake Shore Road side, to find it circled with about six guys tossing nets from the shore. One guy was in his under drawers and barefooted, crotch deep in cold Lake Mead Wash water, chuckin his net. What dedication! His buds were laughing and yelling at him the entire time. Could'nt tell you exactly what they were saying because I don't understand whatever asian dialec they were speaking, however, it was probably something like " Hey moron if you need to throw the net an extra three feet farther, get a longer rope!". Anyway, everyone ended up with shad in their buckets.
These guys know how to travel, each one of them had a wooden pole with a bucket tied to each end with a short length of rope. When they caught enough shad, all there gear was packed up, poles were shouldered, and off they went along the shore to find likely fishing spot. The one guy even put his pants back on. These guys must have hiked several miles total that day.
Anyway, after filling my livewell with shad, headed for Sand Island to fish in deep water. Wind pushed the boat around despite my efforts to control it with the eletric motor. Forced to use a median heavy pole with a 4 oz. sinker in order to fish 110-125 feet deep, instead of the usual light tackle with a 1 oz. sinker. Despite the windy conditions, action was steady, boating 11 fish, before noon, all in the three pound range.
BTW, had the good fortune to meet Striperhunter and his friend on the water today, his last Lake Mead fishing trip before relocating to Az. How did you end up doing?
Great day on the water! Sorry no camera today.