My first time on Sprague Lake. I paid 5 dollars to fish off the dock at the Four Seasons Resort. The Four Seasons Resort is about 6 miles off the highway. Most of the way there, you're on gravel road. Also, if you visit, make sure you take cash or check - no plastic accepted.

Actually, I didn't fish off the fishing dock. The fishing dock is very small and appeared to only accomodate 4 to 6 people, and it was full when I arrived. Instead, I fished off the boat slip closest to land. On the furthest pier, there was a fellow who was fly fishing. While I was there, he landed 4 trout. More about him later...

I started out bottom fishing. No luck. So, when I got bored, I put on a feather-tailed spinner (pink and green - 1/16 oz). That's what I caught my first fish on. I later got a second using the spinner; however, just as I was hauling him onto the dock, I lost him... (will bring a net next time). That was it for my 3.5 hours of fishing.

Now, the fly-fisherman next to me... He was using floating nymphs and was very successful. While I was there, he caught his limit. He was also very meticulous. After every fish he caught, he'd take it over to the cleaning station and get it cleaned up for storage on ice. (I bet he has good tasting fish.) After he caught and cleaned a lunker that must have been at least 20 inches long, he went over to talk to his buddies on the fishing dock. While he was there, he didn't realize that his nymph was still in the water (he left his pole on the dock). I'm sitting there, minding my own business when I hear a "zzzzzzz" from his unattended pole. Then his pole jumped and it was dangerously close to going over the side of the dock. He couldn't hear it. Okay, I stowed my pole so it wouldn't go overboard (just in case I got one, too). As I was doing so, his pole jumped again and landed in the water. I sprinted down and around to where he was fishing.... as if I was sliding into home base at the end of the pier, I was down on my belly and reached down into the water and... I saved it! I got his pole! Next thing going through my head was get the pole out of the water and LAND THAT FISH! I pulled the pole out of the water, and perhaps going from water into thin air was a little gravity shocking that I jerked it out too hard. The fish broke away with the nymph at just that second. Must have been fate. At least I rescued his $200 fly rod.