the good, the bad and the red rock
Took friends and family down to powell last week. So far this year we've had three trips down there, none of which where we returned with a working boat. After a blown outboard, a ruined starter and a hydro-locked engine, this trip HAD to be better, right?
Weather forecast wasn't looking great for wednesday, but we made it down to stanton creek the night before and set up camp. That morning I was up first and managed a nice fat 2lb bucketmouth, alright! That day was spent wakeboarding and watching the storm roll in, not much fishing.
Thursday we got out and found a few small boils, catching a few stripers but not what I was hoping for. I had one five pound monster hit a sammy and miss, hit it again and miss, then come a full foot out of the water on the third try with the 5" lure in his mouth!
Ha! We also found something I've never seen, a 24" striper had tried to swallow an 8" cat and learned the hard way about the pectoral spikes...funny thing was the catfish was still alive!
Not much luck fishing on Friday although the weather improved some. Saturday was the same story, not a boil to be seen! The wife suggested we go around one more corner in our early morning search and...what's that on the horizon? BOIL! We got into a good one of adult stripers going nuts and had an instant quadruple on! Wahoo! We were able to pull a few out before it was over but man was it a rush! Made my trip!
It was a good thing that my purpose in going down had been accomplished because saturday night on the way in from our last wakeboarding run the new-used engine we'd put in the boat developed a bad knock, ending our trip mere hours before it was supposed to end. Oh well, Powell is an unforgiving lake but every now and then you get lucky!
Weather forecast wasn't looking great for wednesday, but we made it down to stanton creek the night before and set up camp. That morning I was up first and managed a nice fat 2lb bucketmouth, alright! That day was spent wakeboarding and watching the storm roll in, not much fishing.
Thursday we got out and found a few small boils, catching a few stripers but not what I was hoping for. I had one five pound monster hit a sammy and miss, hit it again and miss, then come a full foot out of the water on the third try with the 5" lure in his mouth!
Ha! We also found something I've never seen, a 24" striper had tried to swallow an 8" cat and learned the hard way about the pectoral spikes...funny thing was the catfish was still alive!
Not much luck fishing on Friday although the weather improved some. Saturday was the same story, not a boil to be seen! The wife suggested we go around one more corner in our early morning search and...what's that on the horizon? BOIL! We got into a good one of adult stripers going nuts and had an instant quadruple on! Wahoo! We were able to pull a few out before it was over but man was it a rush! Made my trip!
It was a good thing that my purpose in going down had been accomplished because saturday night on the way in from our last wakeboarding run the new-used engine we'd put in the boat developed a bad knock, ending our trip mere hours before it was supposed to end. Oh well, Powell is an unforgiving lake but every now and then you get lucky!
I wish I could get down to Powell as much as you do
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looks like you had a blast !!! We were thinking of heading down to Wahweap Labor day. 
Wiper Fishing Time!!!! 
