Well I managed to make it out today arriving at the river by 1 PM and was happy to see not a soul in sight. Put a dime size piece of my best spring roe on and Whammo, first cast fish on !!! But alas only on long enough for me to say Hi and for her to say Bye.
All excited now I load up my slingshot again and feather a winning cast into the fast moving water. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Hmmm, where'd they go.
My alertness soon subsided after half an hour of Nothing cast's just in time for one to take and bake and do the Coho shake. Yes, I say to no one in particular as there's no one there to talk to, lol. I played this nice fat Coho perfectly until it was time to beach her and then she say's ewww You're ugly, spits out the hook and swims out of sight. Man I can't believe I've had two on and haven't landed one, errrrrgh.
Not to be deterred as I'm an optimistic sort and I know that high tide is approaching at 3:30 and there should be some fresh bluebacks smiling there little faces off in short order. At about 2:30 another fisherman shows up and I convey what has transpired and tell him, not much happening for the last 45 minutes. My next cast as he is setting up, Whammo, a big fatty. I take my time with my dance partner not going to fast nor to slow and definitely no twirling and before I can say which way to Kalamazooo a beautiful 5 LBer is on the beach.
We are both all excited now and my new fishing friend is all set to play catch the Coho as quick as you can and rather than me cleaning my fish I get right back into the mixer as well. Both our floats are well spaced and seem to be saying to us, Look at how well we can swim as they glide gracefully along when all of a sudden my float screams in shock as it goes under but I am not as quick now in my later years as I was in my twenties and I miss her. But both my friend and myself know she is there, hiding, waiting and greedily smiling.
He casts first and knowing exactly where I had the bite I expect to see his float disappear, but it doesn't. My float is only 15 seconds behind where his was and as I slowly drift over where X marks the spot, Whammo, fish on !!!! It's another fatty, maybe bigger than the last but my hook set was solid and I know if my 8 LB maxima holds I've got blueback No.2. The Coho gives a great battle as it smartly heads straight for the rocky shoreline and I'm all set to start walking and reeling to get closer when it cuts back to the middle of the pool and that gives me all the leverage I need to land this beauty. Another fat 5 LBer.
Wooooo, I say as the adrenaline courses through my victorious body and I gather the necessary tools to go and clean and bag these two lovely fish. Ten minutes later I return to my new friend who hasn't had any bites yet and I certainly don't feel like leaving so I ask him if he would accept a Coho if I catch it and he says, Yes. After I rebait I cast to the sweet spot and to mine and I'm sure my friend the float screams again and go's under, fish on !!!! I hand him my rod and in less time than it takes to say, Holy Hell he's landed his first fish, a beautiful 3 LBer.
He thanks me and although I am willing he say's that he wants to catch his last one on his own. It is only 3:30 and the fishing is excellent but I don't really like to play catch and release for these beauties so I decide to beat the rush hour traffic or at least be part of it and pack up and leave, bidding my new friend Good Luck as I bid adeau. It was a very wonderful 2 and a half hour excellent adventure for Athezone, hooking into five scrappy bluebacks and one I shan't forget for sometime. Take my advice and get out there and find your own very excellent adventure because it's there, just waiting for you to find her.
Good Fishing All !!!
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Topic: Capilano River, June 13th 2012 (Read 1949 times)