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Date: October 21, 2023 Body of Water: Sebago Lake - Maine Boat: amybaby22 With: Alone Target: Lake Trout (Togue) Time: 9:45 AM - 3:15 PM Moon Phase: Waxing quarter moon Conditions: Fog, drizzle, mist and rain showers, persistent but light ENE wind, about 55 - 60 degrees. Water temperatures 57 - 58 degrees F (+/-) The State Park was mine alone on what promised to be a wet and possibly windy day. Still, conditions were comfortable enough as I left the dock in a slight mist with a gentle east wind. I cleared the channel and turned east, into the wind. Water temperatures had dropped just a degree or two from the previous trip, and I expected the thermocline to still be intact. I figured I would troll with the wind at my back while I explored the deep drop off the State Park. But structure on my mapping GPS called me further east, to the various islands in the lake's Northeast corner. This lake is full of nooks and crannies, and I was intrigued by an obvious deep gut running between two islands. This pulled me in; and the I turned around to set my spread. I stuck with the same lures that had worked previously, a plain silver spoon off ten colors of lead and the silver/red spoon off seven colors. I marked many fish when over water depths of 75 feet or greater, but the first bite came pretty quickly and over just 65 feet. It's a good thing I saw the rod tip react to the strike; I could barely sense the fish until I'd wound all 300 feet of core in and the leader was in the rod tip. There'd have been a good chance that I would have dragged this small, 16-inch laker behind the boat without knowing for a long time! Oh well, they can't all be big, and I was happy to have made first contact so quickly. The thermocline seemed to be showing on the sonar, pretty consistently at about 45 - 50 feet down. That's about where my full core was reaching (perhaps a little deeper at my slowest speeds of about 1.5 mph). I circled around and promptly lost my plain but productive silver spoon. Recalling the "bite goes white" in fall, I replaced it with a similarly sized and shaped spoon in silver back, but with a glow/white front. The new spoon quickly proved itself with a 19-incher just adjacent to the waypoint from the first fish. This new area showed some promise! The last fish ate the same spoon and from the same general area; but I may have dragged it a bit, so I don't know exactly where it ate. What do I have to say about this? The southwest points of islands on Casco Bay are always a good place to start looking for fish, so why shouldn't the same be true for Sebago? I'm sure the land was subjected to the same glacial striations, and there are certainly plenty of boulders strewn about. I do seem to be a bit more productive when exploring significant structures on this lake, so I'll keep trying. I'm not proud to have lost some time today to a dragged fish and a lost lure (I continued to troll without checking, each time). The skiff gets squirrelly on the troll in the wind, and it is difficult to leave the helm and maintain two deep cores at the same time under such circumstances. I'm not as efficient as I remember from my Lake Michigan days! I feel like I am making a little progress; I was able to pattern the fish a little bit with all action being on the full, ten colors of lead and between 65 and 90 feet of water. I might as well recognize that this was my first three-trout day on Sebago. I stayed 15 minutes too long. While I'd stayed reasonably dry and comfortable all day, but a stinging rain caught me as I motored in. All in all, this was a pretty relaxing and satisfying day. This fishing isn't exactly exciting, but I still get a kick out of each bite and each fish. And this is filling the "between" season quite nicely as I wait for waters to cool enough to bring other trout to the shallows. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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