Perris Lake Once Again, Likely The Last Time This Season

The Fugly saves me again from the skunk.

With clouds forecasted this morning until 11am, Chul and I played hookie and tired once again our luck at Perris.  Chul had unfinished business since he got the skunk last outing.  I wanted to make sure I had one last opportunity for a bass on topwater here before they go deep for the summer.

 

The morning looked promising as fog rolled through the lake.  Visibility was minimal and we actually got disoriented and almost made a complete lap of the island without even knowing it.  We were way off course.  Finally we were able to orient ourselves and headed to the direction we originally wanted to go.  This though proved difficult as the water has dropped and the weeds have grown.  We were constantly pulling weed off the motor as it stalled us.  We finally made it to the cove we wanted to go and Chul managed a 2 pounder on topwater.  I missed at least two here.  For the life of me, for whatever reason, I can not seem to hook a fish on top this year.  It began frustrating me to the point of me becoming very irritable this morning.  We left the cove toward the eastside.  The fog now lifting and the wind starting to pick up.  Here we manage to miss a few more in the jungle.  I was pissed.  Fed up with constantly missing fish and manging line through garbage, I switched to a few subsurface flies eventually tying on a Fugly S.O.B. as the skunk was looking more and more likely.  I threw in a patch of tules as we drifted past.  My rod went heavy, initially I thought I was just hung up but as I stripped line I felt movement.  I thought it was the weeds moving as the trolling motor was going but soon enough as I pulled it in closer I saw a bass within a clump of duckweed.  I pulled it out and it was probably a 1.5 pound bass. The Fugly saves me again from the skunk. 

 

As the weeds were causing havoc on the propeller we decided to call it quits around 10:30.  As we made our way back to the launch ramp, the battery started to die once again.  Chul paddle us most of the way and I took over once he tired.  At least we didn't have to beach the boat and carry it 500 yards in 100 degree heat like last time.  This is likely the last time we'll fish here this year, as the heat increases this place will become more and more impossible to use the trolling motor. 

Overcast and foggy, the morning looked promising.

You Gotta Earn It!

Working with only a few hours of sleep, I managed to hit Perris Lake once again with Chul.  John has been posting reports for weeks of epic topwater bites.  We were hoping for the same.  When Chul let me know he had Saturday free to fish, he asked if I wanted to hit up a local trout stream.  While I wanted to see how the resident trout population was doing I wanted to hit Perris once more before the bass moved out of the shallows. 

Despite the discouraging weather forecast we choose to fish Perris.  The sun was already poking through by 5:30 and when we arrived at the lake at 6am we had no opportunity to fish any grey light.  From the moment we set off I saw several boils which was an encouraging sign.  Our hope was the bass were still in the shallows taking topwater so we started throwing poppers into the garbage. We started at the island and moved to the last cove we fished on our previous outing.  I'm glad I suggested that we bring our sinking lines as backup in case the fish had moved to the deep water.  This proved a good decision later.

 

I started with a Folded Foam Head that I tied the other night with a weedguard.  After what seemed like a hundred casts with not even a look, I switched to a yellow foam head popper.  This fly despite tied smaller pushes more water.  After a few casts I in the maze of garbage I had a slam on my fly.  I couldn't get the hook set as I had no leverage as my line was laying on top of several exposed branches.  The carp must be in their spawn as they were making quite a ruckus in the tules.  We saw several leg long carp in this area.  I switched to a brown wooley bugger and tried to get one but none were really feeding.  We eventually moved out of this cove and headed to the eastside.  As we made our way there I switched my flies several times without so much as a bump.

We found John and his buddy on the eastside working the jungle.  I asked how they did and while John managed a few on top it was tough for them too.  So at least it was not us.  The fishery is definitely gone to summertime bass fishing.  We entered one of the coves and I managed to muck up another topwater grab in the junk.  After trying to navigate through the maze of the jungle we decided we had enough of this and moved out to open water.  We rigged our sinking lines and started to go deep.  I must have switched flies two dozen times.   None of them proved effective today.  I tried small to large flies.  Just some of the flies I tried without any success:



 

I was constantly checking the fish finder and whenever we reached an area that was holding fish I'd tell Chul to stop and we fished.  I made note of the depths and started my countdown keeping in mind the sinking lines sink rate hoping to get the fly in their face.  Again no luck.

We moved back to the island and since the lake is loaded with weeds the fish finder proved somewhat pointless so we just used it to read the contours.  Having seen all day bass taking damselflies I switched to my Fugly S.O.B. fly.  It's a stupid fly that whenever I smell the skunk coming I tie on and it seems to at least get one fish.  It has helped me avoid the skunk two weeks ago at Canyon Lake and several times at MVL among other lakes.   It saved me again.  After hours and hours of casting I finally hooked up on a bass.  I pulled him in with a big clump of weeds and bogaed him at 1.75 pounders.  I worked like hell for that fish.

The skunk preventer- Fugly S.O.B. fly.

We made a few more drifts around the island with no luck.  Chul did foul hook a bluegill in the head so he at least got to feel a fish despite being technically skunked.  With the heat beating down at us and the fishing beyond slow we decided to call it a day at 11:30.  As we drove the pram back to the launch ramp, the trolling motor began to die.  We used my trolling motor as Chul's old motor is officially retired and has seen its last piece of water so I was surprised to see the motor struggling.  It eventually died and I started rowing us back to the ramp but winds and the wake from speed boats proved too much as we only had one oar (because we lost the other on a previous trip to the bay and the oar feel out of the truck).  We decided to beach the boat and lift to the parking lot.  I made it to the beach and we lifted the boat to the parking lot.  It was brutal, we should have just tried to row the pram to launch ramp.  The heat, soft sand, the awkward grips on the boat made this brutally hard.  We finally got the pram out of there and I was spent and was overheating fast. 

When we finally made it to Chul's house we checked what was left of the battery capacity.  As we lifted the seat to see the battery compartment we saw that the positive wire was disconnected from the battery.  No wonder the motor died.

Not My Day-Perris Lake

Saturday 5/18/13

Not my day.  Actually not my week.  I got a virus on my laptop, my new laptop.  I'm writing this report on my old laptop that is from the telegraph era.  I was sick the night before.  I was owed some good karma.  well that didn't happen.  The original plan to fish Prado was scraped when we arrived at the gate at 6am to see that they did not open until 7:30.  So we decided to drive the 40 minutes to Perris instead.  Don't get me wrong I'd rather fish Perros than Prado anyday but since I did not intend on fishing it, I was not quite prepared.  Also when we arrived and started making our way to the fishing area the battery on the fish finder died.  Great, no fishing finder and I left the coutour map of Perris at home.  We were going to have to do this the old school way.  Not to mention the trolling motor is now on its last leg and since we intended to fish Prado Chul didn't even bother recharging the battery since our last outing.  Winds were picking up too.  We were moving at a snail's pace.  I missed every single bass today whether it was top water or subsurface.  Every single one.  At least eight or more.  It was ridulous.  Chul managed three to hand all on topwater and lost a handful.  I came home wreaking of the skunk.  It's actual not my week.