After getting
a brief sweet taste of coho action on Monday, I decided to toy with my luck one more time this week.
This morning, armed with the cooler that is too big for this ambitious angler, I headed to the North Shore hoping to bag another hatchery coho salmon.
Perhaps I was slightly too excited, arriving 15 minutes earlier than Monday. A dozen or so people were already stationing on the beach and chatting away. After standing around for 10 minutes or so, we started whipping our artificials out there. The odd silvers could be seen leaping out of the moon-lit ocean. Although the beach is fairly sheltered, the strong breeze sent constant pounding waves to the beach. This prevented most of us from wading to the depth where we normally would.
15 minutes or so went by, no surface action could be seen. It was somewhat discouraging, even though it didn't necessarily mean no fish were around. Just when my expectation was lowered, I noticed some small splashes directly in front of me. They seemed to be baitfish, jumping frantically about 20 feet in front of me. Just when I was taking a closer look, a few dorsal fins stuck out in between the wave crests. The fish were feeding in 2 feet of water. What to do now? The lure isn't exactly designed to work through that water column slowly. I would have snagged up rather fast. I wished a fly rod was packed with me.
These signs of fish boosted up the expectation once again.
It was getting bright. Another 20 or so minutes went by without much action except one wild fish being landed and released fairly far away from me. I spotted some leapers in the horizon, but within casting distance. There was still hope to entice one of those. I twitched and retrieved the lure, so it would look like a baitfish in distress. Finally the sudden tug I longed for happened about 50 feet out from me. I set the hook in a hurry, the spool immediately spun furiously as the fish headed into the deep. I walked back slowly and kept the line tight while it went for a few high leaps. It began swimming from side to side like all the other fish I've hooked or seen hooked. I followed it along the beach. The waves became my advantage as I gained some line. This fish was in the shallows in no time. It went for a few more desperate runs, only to be pushed back by the waves. I carefully slid it up and a silvery 3lb hatchery buck was bagged.
By this time, it was already 7am so after a few more casts, I packed it in to avoid rush hour traffic on the bridge. As I was leaving, Lucky followed after working on a different beach. He congratulated me for landing the only coho salmon this morning.
Now back at the office, ready to grind away. Does anyone not love living in Vancouver?