
jig reached him, he inhaled it. After a brief struggle, I brought him to the surface. It was a nice 18-inch mackinaw. I was pleased, but still had my sights set on kokanee.
I continued to cruise around the boulder cluster, trying different depths and spots. Each drift produced some bites, but no luck hooking anything substantial. I switched to a lighter tackle and a smaller jig, hoping to entice some of the less aggressive fish. This time, I didn’t have to wait long.
After a few more casts, I felt a solid tug on my line. This time, I set the hook and felt the unmistakable fight of a kokanee. The fish was energetic and put up a good battle before I finally landed it. It was a nice 15-inch kokanee, perfect for the grill.
Excited to have finally caught my first kokanee of the day, I decided to stick with this setup and keep targeting them. I moved back into the area where I initially marked the school and began casting again. This time, the bites came fast and furious. I hooked into another kokanee and then another.
Before I knew it, I had my limit of three kokanee, and I couldn’t have been happier. I decided to head back to the launch area to meet up with Bret and see how he had fared.
As I paddled back, I reflected on the morning. The fishing had turned out to be much more productive than I initially thought. Even though conditions were challenging, I was able to find success by being adaptable and focusing on what was working.
I arrived back at the launch spot to find Bret already waiting. He hadn’t had much luck with the macks but seemed content. We chatted about our day, shared some laughs, and packed up our gear.
All in all, it was a solid trip to Bucks Lake. I went home with some fish to grill and a renewed appreciation for the unpredictability of fishing.