Kent,
If you'd like to provide directions to little Cavanaugh, I'd like to hear them. I
hunted off and on for about 10 years for that lake. I can find it on the map.. but
driving my truck... I can't find it on the road....trail.. or whatever.
I think I used to make my original foray off of Anderson Road.
Which King Lake.. not the one behind the gates up on High Rock road?
Paul Warner
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> Subject: King and Little Cavanaugh lakes
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> Played hookey with friend yesterday, fishing King lake for the first time.
>
> Conditions were breezy and drizzling with 50 degree water. Caught a
> 12 inch cutthroat within a minute of launching on a sort of cone head
> wooly bugger with rubber legs and a maribou hackle that another
> friend ties (Pete, if you're reading this, what do you call those
> guys?)
>
> Three more attacked the same pattern in the next 45 minutes, one
> particularly aggressive fish putting on quite an aerial display
> before finally shaking the hook on the third or fourth leap. Got
> quiet for another hour before taking one last cutt on a red humpy as
> we were heading in.
>
> We had Little Cavanaugh to ourselves in what could best be described
> as a gale - literally raining sideways. Water temp was 48 degrees
> with a halfhearted caddis hatch.
>
> Sight casting to rising fish around the rocks near the inlet, I
> landed 4 scrappy cutts within the first hour, but missed twice that
> many by failing to set quickly enough. I ended up taking 3 more
> (including a couple of rainbows), most in the 11-12 inch range except
> for one cutt about 14 inches. The same #14 red humpy that started
> work at King lake was pretty chewed up by the end of the day.
>
> My partner (blanked back at King lake) ended up bringing 10 fish to
> hand on an olive dun through a combination of sight casting or
> simply slow trolling around the perimeter.
>
> The high point of the day was when the local osprey tried to mug him
> for one of the fish he was playing. He hadn't seen him until he
> swooped down to make a pass at the fish. What a treat!
>
> Kent Lufkin
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