Sadly, the Haney wharf in Maple Ridge had nothing but pain and sorrow in the water today for those of us hoping to beat the curve and catch some Pinks.
From 4:30pm to 8:30 pm, about a half dozen of us hucked out spoons like nobody's business, but all we caught was a good chuckle when one poor fella repeatedly lost several sets of good tackle on the bottom. The luckless bastard (not really sure if his parents were married or not, come to think of it) lost enough lead in the river that someone ought to call the Coast Guard and warn them about a hazard to navigation. After his first snag, he bravely tied on a whole new set of gear, but I guess he was frustrated and not paying attention to his knots, 'cause when he casted out it all came free in the air, spilling weight, bait, lure (and what little pride he had left) all over a 30 foot stretch of water. Then he knocked his girlfriend's Swiss Army knife off the dock by mistake and she gave him hell for that too. Part of me was was felling real sorry for his plight... and the other part was going, "This is why you never take your significant other out with you when you go fishing."
Much harder to lie about what happenend when they're standing next to you.
We did get to witness 4 good-sized sturgeon jumping just upriver and downriver of the dock. And maybe 3 or 4 jumping salmon in the 4 hours I was there, but nothing even close to a bite for anyone.