If you can make out the tire track in this photo, then you’re seeing what I saw last weekend. What you can’t see, but what I did see, was where this tire track led: into the lake!
Someone has loaded a boat onto the lake at Roundrock, and it wasn’t me. It was very recent, though. There was rain down thataway on Wednesday, and I arrived on Friday. The track was made betwixt those times.
No one has phoned me to say they wanted to put a boat on my lake. I’ve not given standing permission to anyone to do that. I haven’t hired anyone to get on my water (though I could use more Bentonite spread — a lot more Bentonite).
No, the person who backed a boat trailer into my lake waited for a day when I was likely not going to be around and then did whatever he or she did on the water.
The lake has been up to full pool most of the spring. It’s lovely and alluring. I suspect some interloper believes (incorrectly) that there are some good fishing prospects in the lake. Long-time readers here know that whatever stocking that had taken place before last year was random and done by the water birds who brought in eggs on their feet. Last year I began collecting some fingerling large mouth bass from a friend’s farm pond and rushing them to my lake to pour in. I think I’ve put in twenty bass in that time. (It’s getting to be time to start doing that again.) So I’m pretty sure that I don’t have any good-sized fish in my lake. None worth fishing for anyway.
Perhaps my interloping friend doesn’t know that and imagines the fishing is good in my lake. I hope he or she was skunked and decided not to come back to the lake again.
On the other hand, one of the landowners in the area, one who lives in the nearby town, told me once that I should stock crappie in my lake. They’re excellent game fish, he assured me, and he all but said that he’s seeded my lake with some already. That might be what’s going on. My local neighbor, who can visit my lake at his leisure, may have stocked my lake for his own fishing fun and is now doing so.
I don’t know that, of course. It could be anyone, but it has to be someone who knows the lake is there (not so hard, I suppose) and that I’m not (also not so hard) and has a farm tractor for pulling a boat trailer. The tire tracks you don’t see are from tractor tires. Evidently, the interloper needed something with a lot of traction to get the boat in and out of the lake.
I don’t know what to do about this. I don’t really want to put up a gate at the entrance to my land. I don’t want to get a reputation for being the out-of-town owner who’s a jerk. I can’t really call the sheriff and ask for a patrol. Unless I catch the interlopers in the act, which is unlikely given my opportunities to get down there, I can’t even know who it is. Nor am I a confrontational person.
I have set up one of my game cameras on a tree near this part of the lake. I took out he memory card and the batteries. I would imagine that my interloper friend would simply steal the camera, and then I’d be out a camera. So maybe it will be a deterrent. But all he or she would have to do is open it to see it’s merely a bluff. And if the person is clever enuf to know when I’m not at my cabin, he or she is clever enuf to elude my “deterrent.”
I’ve thought about running a chain between the trees just below the cabin. I suppose I could do that, but it would be a nuisance for me sometimes. And it just feels like a mean spirit in the place where I retreat and rejuvenate.