February 27th

Nancy was up and trout fishing at the crack of dawn, but nada, no trout.  We loaded up and headed for the west side of the strip, specifically Quail Hollow Day Use Area.

Just west of Parker Dam, we caught up with a pair of “wild” burros. 

  

A coolish morning has me in my long-sleeved shirt

Kirk and agave

 Kirk wishing he was fishing 

Mesquite tree bark

Nancy had a brief truck about watching birds, and then got down to the real business of catching fish.  Kirk & I cheered her on from a comfortable location. the Bass were following her bait back in to her, but refused to bite.

Kirk, still wishing...

Interpretive centre volunteer's cool chopped up bug

Next up was the Rock House, where the helpful volunteer in the Interpretive Centre told her they caught Stripers down by the boat launch.  So that’s where we went.

A fellow fisherman was puttering upstream in his jon boat; Nancy and he compared bait and success.  Similar baits, and similar results; he said the fishing had been slow all winter…

We stopped at Takeoff Point, at the Parker Dam, on the way home.  Alas, no one was taking off.  It was our first glimpse of Lake Havasu.

Back in camp, I had a snooze (of course), and Nancy went fishing for trout (of course).  She had consulted an expert (Shelley), purchased marshmallows and worms, and was determined to outwit her trout nemesis.  In the end, it was an old cowboy who took pity on her, and borrowed her some of his Power Bait, an odiferous concoction apparently irresistible to trout.  “When you’re at Walmart, make sure you get Berkley Power Bait, the rest ain’t worth shit”.  She brought home two Rainbow Trout, which we had with fresh Arizona asparagus for supper.  Another happy day.