WHAT IS THAT 50 yards from shore in the middle of nowhere?

Sitting some 50 yards offshore on a flat brushy point in Walker Bay some small movement on the surface caught my attention. I wasn’t sure if I was looking at carp slurping the surface, or maybe it was nothing more than a floating stick, covered in dead brown algae–not unusual for Lake Mead.

It turns out, it was something alive. And only after spinning around on the trolling motor did I confirm the object as “froglike,” however, it wasn’t. In fact, upon closer inspection (and by confiding later with NDW staffers) the creature was actually some species of desert toad.


ON THE MOVE–another old toad on the water.

But what the heck was is doing a surf cast distance away from the desert? Curious. The situation intensified, however, when the hapless amphibian saw my red gelcoat (or maybe just my lower unit) as a swimstep and actually increased its efforts to reach my rig, paddling frantically.

I confess, though I recognized the animal’s plight, I didn’t know if it were some invasive species with a poisonous skin glands, or worse, an Endangered Species. Either way, I didn’t mind the boat becoming a rest area, but I wasn’t going to handle it. Finally, after spinning a few donuts, the toad renewed its Nyad-like swim and made it to shore. At such point, I went back to casting.


HERE IT COMES. Take cover.

Again, what the heck was it doing way out there? I think the answer lies in the weeks of nasty thundershowers, some with winds gusting to 60 mph. My guess, this toad’s homestead got caught in one of those flashflood, gullywashers and launched out into the lake.

I admit. I had some of the same fears myself. Out at Temple Bar to start practice, one afternoon produced black skies and big wind, and looking at the ramp, there were still five trailers in the lot.


HOWLING–that’s all you can say

I was so glad I was back in my cabin because even the photos I shot don’t do the conditions justice.

Of course, the actual tournament (U.S. Open) kicks Monday morning so I will exit my role as blogger for a time. But overcast conditions with some scattered thundershowers are forecast. But if I can dodge the wind, I’ll be grateful.


2 Responses to “No country for old toads (or small boats)”

Be safe, George, and catch a lot of big fish!

Catching lots of fish, but few that measure. Not disappointed with the effort, both days bass came in last half hour–but I’m not sure I should go back to primary areas or get away from the known places. It’s been great event and my AAA partners have been excellent (people and anglers). The winds have been calm and the skies dar, but there has been almost no topwater bite. But I just can’t wipe the boat down–it rains every afternoon and late into the night.