We drove up to the flooded north end of the lake to see where the fish were. We scanned our way along the eastern side of the lake going north, until we ended up in the shallows up north. On a fluke we went old school with a bobber and a night crawler. The kokanee just started hitting over and over again. 7 fish later we stopped for lunch, and had to head home.
Back at camp we cleaned our fish, and checked their guts, and they were stuffed with winged black ants. So I bet a fly rod with something that looked like that would limit out a fisherman quickly...

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