Was out today with the chairman of the board and founding member of the S.C.&P Club. We hunted the river low. We went up river. We saw Steelhead King, We saw the crazy spoon fisherman. We.....well let me begin at the start.
Met up with the esteemed personage mentioned above at Whatcom Road as he had to pick up his rod from Reaction Bait and Tackle at 7:00 a.m. From what I had remembered, Reaction opened pretty early so when I rolled in at 7:00, I was shocked to see the store lights off and looking decidely "closed." So we went into Timmies' for a cup of joe (can I call it that or do I have to call it a gobble gobble, I mean double double.
). Being as it was early in the morning and not all of my cylinders were firing, I couldn't figure out wh the Chairman of the S.C. & P. Club had his reel out. Didn't really pay any attention to it after that. Anyways, at 7:30 the lights go on and the doors open. Winter hours,they open at 7:30. So, the Chairman picks up his rod and attaches his reel to it and he's now enjoying how the rod and reel feel in his hand after some alteration work by the boys at Reaction. He passes the rod and reel to me and I mumble something about it feeling much better and I finally take a good look at his reel. It's not an Islander. Now, I know he just bought an Islander a couple of weeks ago or so. Then it dawned on me that his new toy was a Milner! Kingfisher, bushing model. Beautiful! The DOG! Did I mention that he had been trying to subtely hint at his new reel earlier?
So we finally leave and decide to start lower river. We pounded the Yarrow side of Lickman. As we work towards the tail out on a run, the Chairman's float goes down and he sets the hook! Fish on! New reel is going to be broken in! The curse is lifted!
Here's a shot of the chairman in action with his new reel:
But...No fish comes splashing up. I watch his rod tip and it seems to be moving some but not definitively. I wander over and take a look at his float in the water and I notice it doesn't seem to be moving either. I guess it popped off and simultaneously, as the fish released, he hooked bottom. Darn! There was also an idiot fisherman who was beeking us out of our spot but decided to let him be after a few words since I had already made a pass through there earlier but was planning to go through one more time.
We head down river and then come up and see Steelhead King across from us. Meanwhile, the crowds had thinned out considerably at Lickman at this point. No fish, I guess. (turns out we were wrong). We wave, say a few words and move upstream.
We hit the spot that TR had gotten into fish last week but no love for us there. Then we moved down into the "secret" spot where Fishfreak got his first Vedder steelie. No love. We also saw the backside of the crazy spoon guy as he worked the river downstream from us, a personal friend of the esteemed Chairman but since he didn't see us we decided not to bother him. Met some very nice older gentlemen up here too. Great day to be out. No fish but still an incredibly gorgeous day and it's always better to be fishing than working. So, officially I'm 0 fer 9 and that's getting a bit frustrating as my new pin is still not broken in yet. But, there's always the weekend.