So far, so good. The fridge seems to be working well with the ICM from the hot water tank, while the hot water tank quits from time-to-time with the fridge's ICM. We're going to buy a Dinosaur ICM and install it on the fridge. Apparently the Dinosaur units are much better than the Norcold part.
Yesterday Wendy and Judy went to town to get water, shop, make phone calls and go out for lunch. They also helped our new neighbour, Murray, build his shed.
As you can imagine, Don and I went fishing! Dick and Gordie were keen to try Roche Lake, but they'd never been there before so Don and I led them over and gave them some ideas of where to try their luck. It was hot as blazes yesterday and, while we spotted lots of fish on the shoals, we had a heck of a time getting any of them to bite. Most didn't even bother following our flies, and they were very skittish - not surprising considering the clear water, bright sun and relatively calm wind in the early part of the day. The surface temperature was about 69-70F, too, so the water on the shoals was warm. Anchored in ~14' of water, Gordie and Dick managed to entice one or two smallish fish to a chironomid (brown-ribbed anti-static bag) under an indicator.
Don and I went over to the resort and found Fran (Rainbow) and Gerry, had a quick visit, then Fran grabbed her boat and came fishing with us. None of us were able to get a fish on the shoals, although Don hooked one, on a sz 18 Chromie, that jumped and broke him off. We decided to head for deeper water in search of less wary fish which, it turned our, we should have done a lot sooner. It's tough to leave those bruisers you can see, though!
We anchored in ~14 of water and cast out over water ~25' to fish the drop off. Don dangled a chironomid and I chucked a sz 6 sedge pupa on a clear intermediate. I quickly learned to either keep my reel away from me or put the rod in the holder while I counted the fly down. As I was counting, I rested the rod on my lap and a good fish hammered the pupa on its way down. Before I could react, the reel handle smacked me in the hip and the fish broke off. It jumped right afterwards just to show us it was a nice one. Dang! Fran had gone to search for fish at a favourite spot, so I radioed her and she quickly came back to anchor beside us.
I cut back to heavier tippet (8#), tied on another copy of the same fly, and within a couple of minutes hooked and landed a dandy (see photo). Don hooked one on a chironomid and the fish proceeded to swim around like it didn't know it was hooked before it snapped Don's tippet. We never saw it but we suspect it must have been a big fish. Fran hooked on on a sparkle leech, and I had another take on the sedge pupa while it was sinking. Having learned my lesson a couple of takes ago, the reel was unobstructed and I landed the fish. While playing it I thought I had a monster, but it ended up being only 2-3 lbs. Those fish were pulling very hard!
A fast as the action started, it stopped. We flogged the water for another hour or so, tried another spot, then decided it was time to head back to camp. Too bad it's a 90 minute drive between Tunkwa and Roche! Upon arrival back at camp we were pleased to find Dale (Sharpy) and his girlfriend just arrived and chatting with Richard (Bushman). Being late and having mosquitoes trying to relieve all of us of a few litres of blood, we decided against a campfire last night. We'll have to slather ourselves with DEET tonight, I think, 'cuz we definitely need a campfire!
Cheers! KW
Yesterday Wendy and Judy went to town to get water, shop, make phone calls and go out for lunch. They also helped our new neighbour, Murray, build his shed.
As you can imagine, Don and I went fishing! Dick and Gordie were keen to try Roche Lake, but they'd never been there before so Don and I led them over and gave them some ideas of where to try their luck. It was hot as blazes yesterday and, while we spotted lots of fish on the shoals, we had a heck of a time getting any of them to bite. Most didn't even bother following our flies, and they were very skittish - not surprising considering the clear water, bright sun and relatively calm wind in the early part of the day. The surface temperature was about 69-70F, too, so the water on the shoals was warm. Anchored in ~14' of water, Gordie and Dick managed to entice one or two smallish fish to a chironomid (brown-ribbed anti-static bag) under an indicator.
Don and I went over to the resort and found Fran (Rainbow) and Gerry, had a quick visit, then Fran grabbed her boat and came fishing with us. None of us were able to get a fish on the shoals, although Don hooked one, on a sz 18 Chromie, that jumped and broke him off. We decided to head for deeper water in search of less wary fish which, it turned our, we should have done a lot sooner. It's tough to leave those bruisers you can see, though!We anchored in ~14 of water and cast out over water ~25' to fish the drop off. Don dangled a chironomid and I chucked a sz 6 sedge pupa on a clear intermediate. I quickly learned to either keep my reel away from me or put the rod in the holder while I counted the fly down. As I was counting, I rested the rod on my lap and a good fish hammered the pupa on its way down. Before I could react, the reel handle smacked me in the hip and the fish broke off. It jumped right afterwards just to show us it was a nice one. Dang! Fran had gone to search for fish at a favourite spot, so I radioed her and she quickly came back to anchor beside us.
I cut back to heavier tippet (8#), tied on another copy of the same fly, and within a couple of minutes hooked and landed a dandy (see photo). Don hooked one on a chironomid and the fish proceeded to swim around like it didn't know it was hooked before it snapped Don's tippet. We never saw it but we suspect it must have been a big fish. Fran hooked on on a sparkle leech, and I had another take on the sedge pupa while it was sinking. Having learned my lesson a couple of takes ago, the reel was unobstructed and I landed the fish. While playing it I thought I had a monster, but it ended up being only 2-3 lbs. Those fish were pulling very hard!
A fast as the action started, it stopped. We flogged the water for another hour or so, tried another spot, then decided it was time to head back to camp. Too bad it's a 90 minute drive between Tunkwa and Roche! Upon arrival back at camp we were pleased to find Dale (Sharpy) and his girlfriend just arrived and chatting with Richard (Bushman). Being late and having mosquitoes trying to relieve all of us of a few litres of blood, we decided against a campfire last night. We'll have to slather ourselves with DEET tonight, I think, 'cuz we definitely need a campfire!Cheers! KW
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