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So my parents live close to the Harlan County Reservoir… which you would think is perfect for someone as obsessed with fishing as I am, right? Wrong…

This lake hates me… it chews me up and spits me out… makes me it’s doormat.

In short, I can’t figure this lake out. It is my Moby Dick…

In the last three years, I have caught exactly two fish on the fly out of this lake. And technically, by fly fishing standards, neither counted… One was foul hooked, and the other was caught by trolling a fly behind a boat (which is definitely not fly fishing).

Earlier this year, my float tube popped as I was trying to launch it on Harlan.

This lake simply does not want me to catch fish on the fly anywhere near it.

This trip was no exception. Due to other family events on this trip home, I was only able to spend one day on Harlan. I woke up early and launched the float tube at sun up on the swimming beach. A sleepy morning the day after the 4th of July. It did make for some good pictures… and it was fun to see the cars on the dam slow to almost a stop as they tried to figure out what kind of idiot would take a tiny “rubber dingy” on the lake. That was the extent of the fun fly fishing this trip.

Spending two and a half hours floating up and down the dam face and through Gremlin Cove, with exactly one strike and no hook ups is not the definition of fun. By my own fly fishing standards, the trip was a push… no flies lost versus no fish caught. That is my problem fly fishing this lake. I can’t even have a bad trip… every trip is painfully boring and neutral.

The solution: Give up, get on the family boat, and pick up a spinning rod…

The nice thing about Harlan is that even when it chews me up and spits me out, I have the world’s greatest fishing guide to get me on some fish… my dad.

Sure, it’s not fly fishing… but getting to spend the whole day fishing with dad is the only thing I can think of that beats fly fishing. Plus, my dad had just got a ridiculously over sized fishing pole as a gift. The only thing that could have made this pole any better was if we would have tied a pirate flag to the end of it. Between my brother-in-law, dad, and myself we managed to dry off a few catfish my drifting some shrimp off the bottom of the lake. Watching my dad and brother and law try to land a fish on “godzilla-pole” was hilarious.

The thing was so massive, he had the hold the pole clear behind him to even get the fish close to the boat…

I even managed to land a pretty decent one myself…

The only problem with sitting on the boat all day with dad… the cooler on the floor of the boat… for those of you who know him, ask him about my “language skills” and my trip down the hill at the fishing cleaning station. That is all I am going to say here…

This is probably the part of Harlan that drives me the most nuts… If I’m on the boat with Dad, the fish practically jump on the boat. By myself, it is a constant game of getting skunked.

Maybe I should just get on the boat each time of go down there… then again, I don’t know how many trips down the hill at the fishing cleaning station I can take…

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