Yellowstone Lake opened for fishing yesterday. I went up the day before the opening (on Monday) and enjoyed two days of sunshine. The rains returned today, so I came back to White Sulphur Springs and more rain - no snow forecast here but some in Yellowstone Park.
How was the fishing yesterday? Exceptional, unless one were using the wrong lures. Actually, for those with the "right" lures the fishing was beyond exceptional. Following is a story about everything going wrong for one boater on my slip after he launched and everything going right after he began fishing.
Some background. Anyone following the saga of Yellowstone Lake fishing is aware of an invasive species called the lake trout, which somehow got into the lake about twenty years ago substantially reducing the native cutthroat trout population. The NPS has launched an all out attack on the lake trout, bringing in commercial gill netting boats and removing all limits for sports fisherman.
The rule requires the use of barbless single treble hooks for trout fishing (fly fishing uses single barbless hook). All cutthroat trout caught must be returned to the lake. All lake trout caught must be killed and thrown back into the lake, or if the sport fisherman wants to keep the lake trout, there is no possession limit.
The day before the lake opened to fishing (Monday), I sat on B dock watching a few more boats coming in to catch the opening day.
About 3 PM I decided to take a nap, and about 5 PM heard agitated voices nearby. On the opposite side of the Far West II and down a few slips were two Xanterra employees looking at a 17' Crestliner. It had berthed while I was napping.
The problem. It was sinking at the stern with the outboard Mercury 100HP and 8 hp kicker half under water. The lines to the cleats, ordinary quarter inch nylon, were tight of course and pulling the dock down on one side. The bow was riding high at an angle and the lake was now over the transom.
Two seasonal employees decided to get hand pumps to get the water out of the cockpit so they ran to their boat house for them and upon returning commenced to operate two pumps. I watched this for a while along with some other boaters, and we finally convinced them the pumping was futile since they were really trying to pump out the lake.
Other employees went to find the owner, who was camping in a campground at Fishing Bridge. Meanwhile, the Xanterra people were afraid the craft would sink. It was a newer model and obviously had built in flotation. But to mollify them, I got one of my anchor lines which was put under the bottom fore and aft and stretched from cleats from nearby slip acting as a cradle. At that time I speculated the owner had forgotten to put in his plug. Interestingly, from the launch area to the slip was at least two hundred yards distance. How the boat got that far and was tied off and the water wasn't noticed is beyond me.
Finally, the owner arrived, admitting he had forgotten to put in the plug, and promptly got the plug in from the inside after a very cold hand, arm and shoulder found the drain hole. After a number of people stood on the bow, the transom broke above water, and the Xanterra crew got the hand pumps going and got most of the water out. Another small boat then towed the boat to the launch area where it was put on a trailer and removed from the lake.
The crew consisted of three adults and one 10 year old boy, who was questioning the captain, his grandfather, whether this meant the end of his fishing trip. His grandfather, however, exuded nothing but confidence that he would get the engines going. I wasn't so sure of that but kept my opinion to myself and went back to the Far West II feeling sorry for everyone concerned, especially the boy.
In the morning the Crestliner was absent from its slip. A friend and I went fishing that morning and returned mid afternoon after catching and releasing numerous cutthroat and keeping a few lake trout for the skillet.
About 9 PM what should arrive but the Crestliner with the entire crew. The captain came in a little bit fast and crumpled the bow a little bit before we could stop it. The same skimpy nylon lines were attached to the cleats, and the crew climbed on the dock. The little boy could not contain himself and burst out, "We caught 80 lake trout." "You did?", I said.
"Yup" came his response and he went to the fish box and opened it. It was full of lake trout.
This was their story. In the morning they worked on the engines. The 8 HP kicker was a 4-stroke and they couldn't get it going. The 100 HP Mercury was a 2-stoke, and after getting the water out of the lower cylinder, they got it running. So they got on the water early afternoon. The captain said it ran kind of rough going out on the lake but after an hour or two it smoothed out. They fished about 13 miles from the marina, and fishing was really, really good.
This particular captain is a veteran of Yellowstone Lake fishing, and uses but one lure, which I saw dangling from the poles. Of course I had never used that lure before.
One by one they took the lake trout and laid them on the dock. There were 80 fish ranging from 2 lbs to 7 lbs. I estimate the average weight was 3-4 lbs. I had a big tub aboard which they used to ferry the fish (more than several trips) to the fish cleaning station more than a 100 yards away. The little boy helped carry as much as he could, too. They were cleaning fish after dark.
So what started out as a real bummer for the young lad turned out to be a true fishing story he will tell at school this coming fall. There must be a patron saint for young fishermen.
John