
The fabled Sierra Nevada wind had come up early and now it was really blowing. The surface of the lake was covered in white caps and all the power boaters had long since thrown in the towel and their boats were back on their trailers. Trolling into the teeth of the wind I had to peddle steadily to maintain 2.5 miles per hour. If I got off the peddles even for a second the wind would catch the bow and the Hobie Pro Angler would start to spin around. At times the kayak would ride up on one roller, slide down the back side and the next roller would break across the bow, covering the front hatch with white water that flowed back into the self-bailing cockpit.
Despite the big wind and big water, my Labrador Lucy and I were pretty comfortable and dry. And of course, we were both wearing lifejackets just in case. Testing the big kayak in rough conditions was fun and games, but the focus of the adventure was exploring new areas of the lake and catching trout. The exploring was going well, but the trout catching was pretty slow when I spotted a unique bank.
The bank was very steep and dotted with stumps. It reminded me of the big bluffs I like to fish at Lake Shasta. The sonar revealed that the bank fell quickly to the river channel that was under 90 to 130 feet of water. Presently I started marking arches along the face of the bank about 25 feet down. I had a copper Speedy Shiner working 75 feet behind the kayak off my Scotty downrigger at 15 feet deep. Moving quickly, I dropped the spoon down to 23 feet and was rewarded with an almost instant hook up. The rainbow put up a solid fight. As I fought the determined trout I had to keep peddling fast enough to maintain forward progress in order to keep the kayak straight.