Part 2
The coho quickly heads downstream towards George and gets behind a root and as I can not move the fish back up to me I ask George if he would take my pole so I can walk through the bush and around the obstacle.
When I get to George my line is slack in hands. Gone he tells me with a bit of a smile on his face.
My fishless streak is still alive I say to my self as I pick my way through the bush once again.
I have just settled back into my spot and George is into a wild one that he releases.
Shortly after float down and I am into one also and George helps me land, my first CO of the year a hatchery doe of about 4 pounds, success finally.
Since I started fishing the vedder nearly 30 years ago this is the latest in the season I have taken my first fish.
With the monkey now off my back fish number 2 comes quite quickly, a nice hen fish a little over 7 pounds.
My envious fishing partner comes to join me and while I am fighting a spring hooked in the dorsal fin
George lands his second of the day, another wild fish.
The fishing slows down and we miss the odd fish and then 6 or so yellow rafting boats come by and things really slow down.
We fish to 11 and then we head for the Point for an enjoyable late breakfast and relive a excellent morning of fishing on a beautiful Fall morning. Back at George's place he does the honours of cleaning the fish for me, what a guide or was it that I bought breakfast.
I am fired up with my morning success and head back up to the spot leaving George to go to work.
I arrive back at the water around 1:30 and on the first 5 casts I have 2 more fish to the beach, a hatchery of about 6 pounds and a wild fish nudging 9 .
I think number 4 hatchery should follow quickly but it does not as I land only one more fish, a coloured jack spring. I also barb a couple of others and miss double that. My fishing is intrupted by the river rafters again. These time a dozen or so riders jump into the water right in the pool I am fishing
so I am sure the fish seeing these strange red outfits in the water did not help and it could have been worse if they were yellow.
But I leave the river quite satisfied with 3 fish, some good roe for future trips , good memories with a new fishing partner, and fishing in some glorious Fall colours and long fishless streak ended.
Where will I be tomorrow? Most likley I will be
rolling rolling right along to Murder's Pool as some one from this forum calls it.