The clock is really ticking on my fishing options with a spring outage on the books at work. This coupled with prepping for the Alaska trip has had all of my free time consumed.
The water conditions have been magnificent for the past month but the pushes of fish have been mere trickles. The forest is covered in snow, upwards of a foot in places, and this spring is gearing up to resemble one from the distant past. The next month should see some pretty exciting fishing on the West Side. Normally I would be ecstatic with how this is playing out but work has once again managed to find a way to intervene in my happiness. The spring outage is a a double edged sword for me... On one hand I will most likely miss the big push on the Manistee when it happens but the overtime that will result will certainly pay for my Alaska trip.
So... this weekend was most likely going to be my last shot at the big river for 3-4 weeks. I am on the hook at work for Sunday so I booked off Friday and planned on fishing two days.
I managed to get my old bones out of bed at a decent hour but still found myself leaving the cabin as the darkness was fading. I arrived to the parking access to find it full. The giant snowbanks from the lingering winter have the parking lot capacity pretty much down to a fraction of what it should hold. Nonetheless there were at least 10 vehicles there and I took this as a message that I was not meant to fish there this morning.