Cisco's Carp

They never fail to amaze me.  The water temperature is their calendar.  They have been on the silty bottom of the Bear Lake Marina since November.  The temperature of the water has hovered just above freezing, little light has penetrated the ice and there have been no currents.  Life inside the Marina is much different than out in the lake where the water is always moving, there is more oxygen and billions of small fish eggs.  But here they stay,year after year, in a state of suspended animation, waiting for vibrations from the docks, and the beginning of manna from Heaven.

I am at Cisco's more now, getting ready for the summer.  As I peered over the dock I could see shadowy figures, barely moving, deep in the water.  I got a hot dog bun left over in the freezer, broke it up and threw is on the surface.  It seemed like forever before the forms, squeezing out the antifreeze from their veins, came to the surface with their yellow lips and whiskers and had their first food for months.

The Cisco Carp have come alive.  What a great summer they have ahead of them.  I am sure their long wait will be worth it.

Summer will be here before we know it so make your reservations now.  I am presently working with suppliers so if you need anything like tubes, wake boards, water toys or marine products email me at cisco@cut.net and I can have them here before summer starts cheaper than you can get them anywhere else. I also have some new Hyperlite boards and boots from past years that I am going to sell cheap this year.
 

Bear Lake Islands

As the ice recedes, I see that there are two new islands on the south side of  Bear Lake.  I have taken the liberty to name them,  The little one on the left is named "Temporary Island" and the big one on the right is "Sand Castle Island.

Anyone who follows me, knows I am obsessed with turkeys and spend a lot of time driving in Logan Canyon.  Today on my way back from the spring like weather in Cache Valley to the snow in the upper canyon, I passed Rick Springs and noticed something off  the side of the road.  I was astounded to see a tom turkey with the longest beard I had ever seen.  Beards are actually feathers that look like coarse hair and the length is determined by age.  How had he survived the winter up that high and what did he eat?  Only the turkey knows.  They are truly a remarkable bird.  No wonder Benjamin Franklin wanted the turkey as the National Bird instead of the bald eagle.

The picture is not of the turkey I saw today.  He had a much longer beard. Too early to be strutting.