Nice fish Birdman.
Didn't I tell you to go there last night in the chatroom?
Late this morning I opened up my inbox and in came Gadsden's message. A big message too, with attachments.
This usually means one of the two things:
- Photos to go with the fishing journal.
- More secret document on the latest fishery crisis.
The message body read "For the journal". I scrolled down, and saw Birdman proudly holding up his fish.
Fishersak and I had planned to head out for an afternoon if the weather seemed reasonable (yep, we're fair weather anglers). After conversing on the phone, we finally convinced each other that we should spend an afternoon on the Vedder, since he is on spring break and I work whenever I feel like.
Before I left though, I wanted to put up Chris' photos once he finished his journal. I sat and watched the forum...
"Chris Gadsden, posting a new topic in Fishing Reports"
30 minutes later...
"Chris Gadsden, doing a spell check"
Ok... perfectionist, I'll get my gear ready first. I packed the car, came back to the screen, refreshed.
"Chris Gadsden, doing a spell check"
At 12:30pm, I decided that it was time to go.
Leaving the spell checker behind, I hurried to Fishersak's house.
Thanks for driving Fishersak, for once I could enjoy the scenary along Hwy 1.
The drive was rather smooth too, unlike itosh's roller coaster ride along the Sea to Sky Hwy, which usually leaves me sweaty palms by the end.
Just after Abbotsford, we drove by a flipped car from the West bound traffic. A mother and two kids were comforted by others while the police directed the traffic. A scary reminder to slow down and keep that distance between cars.
Just before we arrived at the river, Chris phoned and asked if I received his messages and where the photos were.
I explained that he needs to speed up his spell check time in the future.
He let me know that he missed a fish at a particular spot and we should head in there to catch it for him.
We agreed as I had already decided to fish another run that was not too far away from where he missed the fish.
The fishing part of the day was rather uneventful, again.
The water remained low but the clarity is better than earlier this week, not as clear but just perfect. We tried several runs with no success and decided to check out the run where Birdman and Chris were scouting around.
For some reason this run seems to be rather popular.
Nice water, but not that much nicer than others where we usually fish. That's ok, more people doesn't necessarily mean more fish, it usually just means the fish are more spooked and harder to catch.
We worked around the area just above the run etc, not much happening. We then fished the spot where Chris had missed his fish. After numerous casts, one fish decided to get comfortable and rolled right in front of us.
Off to other runs after thirty minutes. Just before sundown, we spotted another fish that rolled twice at a tailout. Still no connection.
The highlight of the day/evening was the dinner at Ricky's with Chris, Buckeye and others.
The topic at the dinner table was of course, the gravel operation on the Fraser. Chris can fill in some more later, time to get some sleep, as pulling those invisible fish today made my arms so sore....
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Topic: Why Can I Not Catch Them, The Journal For March 17 (Read 4619 times)