Now this was quite a misadventure on our way back to Pocheon. We decided to check out a spot called Donggyo Fishing. What we did not realize was that it the way there took us up some pretty large mountains, and my poor 1996 Hyundai Sonata just wasn’t ready for it. Lucky for us, there was a little pull-off with a food stand for us to safely break down at on the hill once the hood started smoking. At least the view was nice.
We managed to deduce it was a coolant issue, but we also had no coolant with us. Luckily, an elderly Korean man came over to asses the issue, and gave us some water to put in the reservoir temporarily and direct us to a mechanic not too far down the road. It unfortunately killed a few hours and turned out that the coolant was literally dry and the car was inches from catching ablaze. Not to mention I was nearly out of oil. Should probably check these things in the future…
But anyways, eventually past 1700 we made it to the fishing spot and it was absolutely packed on a saturday night. Originally, since we came with two 3.2′s and a 2.9, we were directed to a shallower end where they wanted us to sit apart (with some random old man between us). At this point, I had a headache going, and given how packed it was, it really started to seem absolutely pointless even being there, especially since now Dan and I could not even talk to each other. Though, as usual, the area was stunning.
After a few minutes, we came to our senses and just packed up the 2.9 and took with the 3.2′s to the deeper end. This area was across the lake from the tackle shop and had little individual seats with some sort of drapery over them. It was relatively clean, which was nice, and we were right next to each other in a more isolated area.
This time, we came prepared with a different type of bait than we had been using. Dan visited a fishing shop where the owner took the time to teach him the proper mix to attract wish, though warned us that this place in particular was a challenging place to fish due to the vast amount of fishermen at it. Dan, being… Dan decided to take that challenge. So we had two bowls– one was a darker feed mixed with a fine grain feed (one-to-two) with a cup of water mixed in. We used this one initially, two quarter sized balls per hook which we casted, jerked, and recasted to litter our area with the feed. This supposedly attracts the fish to your designated area, if you continue to cast in the same small space.
The yellow mixture came next after an hour or so of the brown. It smelled really good and was a barley mixture with a one-to-one ratio of feed to water. At this point, we had one quarter sized ball of the brown mixture on the low hook, and a tiny bit of the yellow mixture (just enough to completely cover it) on the high hook, and this is the combo we used to actually bait the fish. Unfortunately, just as we began, a group of old men surrounded us and began fishing in the same area. They were pretty funny, dropping pieces of equipment into the water, farting loudly (and smelly, this isn’t a joke) and ending up drinking then dropping their headlamp into the water when it was dark. But sadly, be it due to the commotion or just a day of bad luck, our patience yielded no prize.
Overall, it was a nice looking place, but supposedly this lake is only filled with large fish, so we didn’t have so much as a bite the entire time for whatever reason. I’d like to chalk it up that there were just so many damn people there fishing nut-to-butt. It wasn’t a total loss because we practiced our baiting technique, but I think this may be more of an old-man hangout than an actual serious fishing lake. Car breaking down and skunking of course didn’t do anything to make me too keen on this place.
But, truth be told, a bad day of fishing beats a good day at work. Every time.