Lake Powell Fishing

Every year around Mothers Day weekend, the boys hitch up the boat and head for Lake Powell for Striper Fishing.  Some years they do well, and others times the fishing is not so good.  This year the fishing report was being watched closely, and when Waynesword said it was HOT striper fishing the end of April, it was game on!  This year the girls boycotted the boys trip and went with them. 

 I have always wanted to be at the lake when the stripers were biting, but all these years it has never worked out.  This year was going to be different. So at 3 in the morning on a Friday we loaded up the boats and headed to the lake.  The main road to Powell had been severely damaged when it collapsed, so we have to take the LONG way around.  But we finally made it!

 Here is a shot at the handsome skipper of our boat.  Don't those glasses make him look sexy?






Right away we came into some fish.  Ron was on our boat with us and he caught one first.  These fish were huge!

Clarence had to show one up on Ron and caught this really nice one. 

 The other boat was doing well also.  Tilynn is in the front, my mom in the middle, with my dad and Brian near the back.  My mom was a catching machine!  She didn't think she was going to catch any, but I think she caught more fish than anyone.  For sure she was the fishing queen on this boat.

 FINALLY I caught a striper.  It was a whopper!  I think I was the last one in the whole group to catch one.  Fishing was pretty good that day.  We were fighting the wind a lot of times, but we still managed to stay close to the wall and pull in fish like crazy.

 That night we pulled up to the shore and slept on the boats or in a tent.  My parents provided us some awesome meals, and we all slept pretty well, inspite of the wind that blew all night.  The next morning after a fantastic meal we headed back out for more action.  The morning was a little slow, so we changed places.  And that's where our boat hit the mother load. 
Of course Clarence couldn't keep the fish off his poles.  He would get one line out and no sooner would be do that when the pole would start zinging.  He would start reeling in that one just to have his other pole going.  It was just crazy! 

Clarence spent more time getting fish off hooks and baiting them than anyone I knew!

We stayed longer than the other boat by several hours on Saturday, and we came home with the live well full, as well as the freezer!  We figured it was close to 200 fish that was caught this weekend.  Holy smokes!  By the looks of it, we left the lake just in time.  Ron looks Waaaay too comfortable there.

We came home sunburned and tired, but it was a great way to spend