Made up my mind I was going to video this trip aka Dungee but I did not. I will try to vividly write the trip report similar to JFR but I know that will not happen so here are the highlights.
We left Mesquite, NV at 3:30am and headed to Page. Gordo was sporting his new Ram diesel truck. He allowed Buddy my 12-year-old Lab to break in the back seat. The truck performed admirably. In Page we were meeting the Breg who had driven down from Park City. Unlike us, he had spent the night at the Holiday Inn and eaten a big breakfast. Oh well, more room for cold beer. I had raided the golf course maintenance shed for ice and had Breg pick up a block and bag for our trip. We met at the Triple L Marine yard and picked up the tritoon around 7:00am. We loaded the boat with our gear and poles and headed to Maverick for gas. The boat holds 63 gallons but this trip I took an extra 5 gallons because you never know in the Maytag Straits. We launched out of Stateline because the walk is so much shorter and flatter after parking the truck and trailer. With little fanfare we headed up Lake Powell my all everything for healing body and soul. The trip went smoothly even though the wakeless areas are numerous the first 12 miles. The wakeless area by Antelope gets longer every year.
On the lookout for the elusive boils, we made our way onward. We never saw one. There were a surprising number of boats on the lake. Aren't the kids supposed to be in school? At mm49 across from Forbidding Canyon there is a place I fish, and the fishing is always great. We call it little Padre. It is much different at this lake level but still recognizable. The fishing was so, so. This scared me a little as this spot always produced.
After leaving little Padre, the Breg broke out some fish he had smoked. This was from our trip to Gustavas, Alaska in August.
We continued to the San Juan mm57. After treading our way through the Crocs, we were met with a few hippos guarding the entrance to San Juan. Successfully skirting these beasts, we continued. The Breg had never been to the San Juan and was in awe. he was especially enamored with penis rock. We continued to our goal, Cha Bay.
We blew by Powell Bride's houseboat who I was supposed to stop and say hello, but we continued to find a camping spot. Sorry I did not stop.
The camping spot was outstanding with a view of Cha. The table, chairs and cots were set up. We left the food and camp box and headed out to do some serious fishing. Three poles each rigged with a top water, ned rig and one oz Cast Master. I always go to the back and check out the shad population. Last year I had an amazing top water bite for 2 days. This year the top water bite was ok, but the fish quality was on the small side. The shad were there and so were the smallies. We caught about 30 fish in an hour and decided to check out some other areas I liked to fish. The Ned rig was killing it with a chartreuse color. The other areas produced but the fish were smaller. Still there were no boils. We skedaddled back to camp right before dark to our first night burgers and beans. The famous one burner performed as usual.
After a few cocktails and some stories, we went to bed. Gordo brings a huge air mattress that takes up way too much space. Poor Buddy had to sleep on the beach with me. Nothing better than sleeping under the stars. There were a few along with some clouds. The forecast was for rain the following day.
End Part 1.
We left Mesquite, NV at 3:30am and headed to Page. Gordo was sporting his new Ram diesel truck. He allowed Buddy my 12-year-old Lab to break in the back seat. The truck performed admirably. In Page we were meeting the Breg who had driven down from Park City. Unlike us, he had spent the night at the Holiday Inn and eaten a big breakfast. Oh well, more room for cold beer. I had raided the golf course maintenance shed for ice and had Breg pick up a block and bag for our trip. We met at the Triple L Marine yard and picked up the tritoon around 7:00am. We loaded the boat with our gear and poles and headed to Maverick for gas. The boat holds 63 gallons but this trip I took an extra 5 gallons because you never know in the Maytag Straits. We launched out of Stateline because the walk is so much shorter and flatter after parking the truck and trailer. With little fanfare we headed up Lake Powell my all everything for healing body and soul. The trip went smoothly even though the wakeless areas are numerous the first 12 miles. The wakeless area by Antelope gets longer every year.
On the lookout for the elusive boils, we made our way onward. We never saw one. There were a surprising number of boats on the lake. Aren't the kids supposed to be in school? At mm49 across from Forbidding Canyon there is a place I fish, and the fishing is always great. We call it little Padre. It is much different at this lake level but still recognizable. The fishing was so, so. This scared me a little as this spot always produced.
After leaving little Padre, the Breg broke out some fish he had smoked. This was from our trip to Gustavas, Alaska in August.
We continued to the San Juan mm57. After treading our way through the Crocs, we were met with a few hippos guarding the entrance to San Juan. Successfully skirting these beasts, we continued. The Breg had never been to the San Juan and was in awe. he was especially enamored with penis rock. We continued to our goal, Cha Bay.
We blew by Powell Bride's houseboat who I was supposed to stop and say hello, but we continued to find a camping spot. Sorry I did not stop.
The camping spot was outstanding with a view of Cha. The table, chairs and cots were set up. We left the food and camp box and headed out to do some serious fishing. Three poles each rigged with a top water, ned rig and one oz Cast Master. I always go to the back and check out the shad population. Last year I had an amazing top water bite for 2 days. This year the top water bite was ok, but the fish quality was on the small side. The shad were there and so were the smallies. We caught about 30 fish in an hour and decided to check out some other areas I liked to fish. The Ned rig was killing it with a chartreuse color. The other areas produced but the fish were smaller. Still there were no boils. We skedaddled back to camp right before dark to our first night burgers and beans. The famous one burner performed as usual.
After a few cocktails and some stories, we went to bed. Gordo brings a huge air mattress that takes up way too much space. Poor Buddy had to sleep on the beach with me. Nothing better than sleeping under the stars. There were a few along with some clouds. The forecast was for rain the following day.
End Part 1.
