Pyramid Lake

November 19^th 2005

I remember getting up at the butt crack of dark and making the drive up the mighty grapevine to infamous Pyramid Lake.  It was a wee bit chilly first thing in the morning as people waited in line to enter the lake.  You could actually see your breath.  There were a total of 28 wild and crazy anglers who fished the tournament.  A lucky 10 guys caught a grand total of 20 gigantic monster keepers.  Overall lake conditions were excellent.  It warmed up mid day to about 65 degrees and the water temp was a cool 64 degrees.  One thing that was not a factor was the wind.  Overall, even though the fishing was not spectacular I believe that a great time was had by all.  Remember a bad day of fishing still beats a great day of work.   Big fish of the tournament was caught by your champ Mr. Kent “Preferred Plastics” Michles weighing in at 2.53 pounds, the smallest fish of the day was caught by Mr. Larry “The Stick” Moore tipping the scales at .80 pounds.  That, my friend’s is the smallest keeper fish I have ever seen.  Come to the December meeting to find out how all of these guys were able to catch fish.

 - Fred Book - Inland Empire Bassmasters Secretary

December Tournament - Lake Perris 12/10/05

Lake Perris SRA is still open! 
    

We wanted to let the public know that only 20% of the surface area of Lake Perris has been affected by the recent draw down.  80% of the lake is still in use.  Swimming, fishing, camping and watercraft use are still in effect and you are more than welcome to come visit the park.
    

Reservations can still be made for boating and camping but are not necessary at this time!  Visitors will be treated to an uncrowded park, and beautiful weather.

Winter season: DEC 1st - FEB 28th 

The white sand of Perris Beach stretches off in both directions and the expanse of blue water glitters in the sunlight, lonely and calm it makes a great place to just sit and relax at this time of year.  The mountains on the other side of the lake are heavy with winter fog this early morning, and there is barely a breeze to disturb the trees.  To the east end, Allesandro Island looms like some great beast rising out of the still water.
     The hundred bird silence is only briefly disturbed by the soft hum of a passing vehicle.  Squirrels, pudgy for the winter, are rolling in the dust and dancing between the bushes, and small birds skipping along the grass between the golden leaves of autumn and fallen pine cones.  The silhouette of a lone fisherman on the bow of his boat and the wake left by a low flying egret’s wing tips barely brushing the water, these are the things that we come to find.  This is Lake Perris.  A quiet calm in the middle of the hectic city, a little piece of nature to escape to when all you want to hear is the sound of the wind.