Weather: Snowing, cold
Moon Phase: 0% new moon for a new beginning
Location: St. Marks Hospital
Bait(doctor): Dr. Carrie Sloan
Who Was There: Mom, Dad, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and cousin Dakota
Today is the most exciting fishing day I've ever had in my life, and it didn't even involve going fishing, or buying a new boat or fish finder! Today, I caught me a new fishing partner! My son, Devin James Duncan was born and he was as anxious to get on the water as his dad, that's why he came out a little earlier than expected! At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it! He only weighs 3 pounds 3 ounces at 15 1/2 inches long, but is mature, developed and breathing on his own. He will have to spend a little time in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) at St. Marks Hospital for a while, helping him put on some weight, otherwise, he is as healthy and perfect as they come! I am so excited to have him here in my life and hope that I am able to teach him to love the outdoors as much as I do!
Cari's baby shower was this weekend and I didn't have much to do on Saturday, so I got a few things done around the house and then went on a little drive to see how the ice on Utah Lake was doing. Of course I couldn't go without tossing a line in, so I threw in the long rods and away I went! First stop Lincoln Beach.... To my surprise the southern end of the lake is completely open. Bird Island looked like a little Antarctica out in the distance with all the ice that has been pushed over the top of it! I tossed a couple poles in off the Lincoln Beach Dike for about an hour but had no bites so I moved on.
I drove around West Mountain to Goshen Bay and stopped at one of my old Catfishing spots I used to frequent often. All of Goshen Bay was ice free and this is where I caught the only fish of the day. A wandering White Bass that couldn't resist a minnow lying just off the bottom.
As I drove back home all I could think about was getting the boat out there as soon as possible! I did see some ice around Lindon Boat Harbor that didn't want to go away, but I don't think it will last another week! Next week could be boating time!
The closest town was Pinedale, which was only a couple miles from the lake and had the feel of a small quaint Park City. Nothing like we expected in Wyoming! As we got settled into the room and started getting gear ready for morning Scotty informed us that he really didn't have many warm clothes! We made fun of him as he pulled out his work boots and we saw they had no inside lining at all, but he assured us that they were oil resistant! We laughed over the oil resistant comment all weekend! Morning came and we hit the lake just before sun up. It was a gorgeous morning and the back drop with the mountains looked awesome.
During their game Dave looked over and saw that he had a fish biting. He ran over and grabbed his pole and the fish hit it again so he set the hook. The fight was on! When he finally got it to the hole we could tell it was a nice fish. Hunt tried to make up for a past experience of punching Dave's last big fish he caught back down the hole, and this time he was successful! It ended up being a 27 1/2" 6 pound Lake Trout, the biggest trout Dave has ever caught! 
That fish made our trip! And it was a good thing as the rest of the day was pretty dismal! One thing that wasn't dismal was the weather! Just to give you some background on where we were fishing, this was one of the signs we passed as we drove in.
Well today it wasn't the ice box of the nation. In fact, it was one of the warmest ice fishing days I've ever had! It got so warm that Newton decided to shed his clothes and show off his guns! I promise those are muscles underneath all that red hair! 
In the middle of the day we decided to make a move to find active fish, and we were excited when Hunt and Newton found the only structure on the lake for miles. It was a ridge that extended out into 100 feet of water. I was giving everyone mack fishing 101 telling them where you want to fish on the ridge. You would have thought we found gold the way we were acting. We started picking out spots trying to cover all depths of the ridge, and would each yell out the depth we were fishing! Scotty who doesn't fish much, was a little overwhelmed with all the action, but excited that we were now going to catch fish. After about 5 hours without catching any fish in our new found honey hole, Scotty lost it! He went off! "What are we doing? I thought this was the spot?! You guys are yelling out numbers like I got 52 feet, I got 68 over here! I got all excited and my pole hasn't moved for over 10 hours now!" We tried to tell him that macks are an evening fish and to be patient, but he wasn't having that. He yelled, "Dave, this is like me taking you to a 12 hour soccer game with the score still at 0-0, but telling you not to worry cause the next two hours is gonna be awesome!" We were all rolling on the ground watching him lose it, wearing only his dolphins gear and oil resistant work boots! It definitely made the trip something we will all never forget! Scotty wasn't the only one who felt they had enough for one day, and soon there were only two of us left. Hunt and I knew that we had to wait it out til dark! 5 minutes after Hunt decided to give up and I talked him into 15 more minutes he had one on. The second mack of a 13 hour fishing day! It wasn't the size of Daves, but it was a nice fish at 25" long and about 4 pounds.
It was without a doubt one of the slowest days of fishing I've had in awhile, but the scenery and company made it worth it! We had a blast all weekend laughing at ourselves and enjoying the night life Pinedale has to offer! It's always one of my favorite trips of the year and usually ends up being more about friends getting together than fishing, and that's fine by me! 
Its to bad as it would have been a great picture, but oh well. Okay on to the fishing. I rigged up with a black and chartreuse Mister Twister Jig and tipped it with a little sweetener (earthworm). After 3 casts I was back at the truck rigging up again. As you can see in the pictures there are trees everywhere and they extend right down into the water. This makes it really easy to donate a tackle box full of fishing gear very fast to the river! I put on another Mister Twister Jig and was back on the water. This time I got 4 casts in before my next donation, still without a bite. It was even more difficult staying snag free as it was dark and I could barely see where I was casting. I realized I needed to go to a more snag free set up, so I put on a chartreuse gulp minnow rigged drop shot style. It definitely helped with my snagging issues, but it didn't help me catch any fish. I stayed for about an hour and a half until I got that weird feeling that every fish was nestled underneath the ice of Utah Lake all cozy in their winter home and not moving. You win some and you lose some, but at least I don't have to drive myself nuts, with all my crazy thoughts anymore! I decided that my journey should not end on such a poor note, so I stopped by the Jordan River near Inlet Park where I have done well in the past catching small Largemouth, White Bass and Catfish! 
As I was walking down the almost dry Jordan River, I started thinking I should be goose hunting instead of fishing. The goose hunt actually ended on January 27th, but what I saw was a goose hunters dream so I took some video.
End of February through March is the worst time to fish in Central and Northern Utah. The ice is still on most lakes but its starting to rot which creates not only unsafe ice, but extremely slow fishing! I always struggle with the month of March and trying to come up with new areas and ideas to catch fish. Last year I found Redmond for Northern Pike and that was fun, but I feel I need to explore some new places this March. Anyway, I left the peaceful Jordan River and called it a day. Next week I will be in Wyoming looking for Lake Trout.
I have definitely had enough perch fishing for the year, and the next time I head Yuba's direction, perch will not be the targeted species! So now your all thinking, how could a trip where you only caught one perch get any worse? Well, how about getting a speeding ticket on the drive down! Yep, I got another ticket! I haven't had a ticket in almost a decade, and then wham! Two tickets in a matter of 3 weeks! Not to mention this is two days after Cari and I found out we owe the government 900 dollars in taxes this year! I have never owed on taxes either! When it rains it pours I guess! 
It's been almost exactly 1 year since I last went fishing for perch. I guess that makes it time for another round. One of the engineers at my office wanted to see what all the hoopla was about with these supposed monster perch being caught down at Yuba Reservoir. We decided to go check it out and see for ourselves what the fuss was all about! We arrived at the Painted Rocks side of the lake around 8:30 a.m. We walked out by the island and set up shop, that's when I realized I forgot my back pack with all my gear in it. I ran back to the truck and picked it up and by the time I made it back, Cody had already decided to move! We walked out across the lake to the opposite shoreline of the ramp. We were in 18 feet of water and this is where we stayed the rest of the day.
Cody turned out to be quite the perch slayer and caught the fattest perch I have ever seen.
He also caught a carp that he didn't really want to have his picture taken with, but I made him anyways!
I tried fishing for Northern Pike while we were there. I took my mack fishing pole and put a big gamagatzu hook on with a full anchovy, but no pike were biting today. The regulations at Yuba are a little strange, the perch limit for each fisherman is 10 and they have it set up so you have to keep the first 10 perch you catch. Once you catch your 10 perch you are done fishing. There is no catch and release. By noon we had 20 perch and one carp so we made the trip home so Cody could teach me how to fillet these pesky things.