Part three as requested.
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While I wait for Lew, I miss 4 fish in a row and then barb one as well. Looks like the fish are moving through, you will have some action for a few minutes then nothing. The water is cleaning nicely as the morning progress', I have the run to myself, traffic passes by me, heading for different parts of the river all with high hopes of battling a Pacific salmon.
A fellow appears over the dyke and is coming towards me. He then veers to his left and starts to wade towards another gravel bar that is between the two sections of the river. I can see it is way too swift to cross. I guess this chap had waded this section easily before the recent jump in the water levels. I watch and think he will turn back but no he keeps going.
I know trouble is not far away so I start to wave at him, signalling wildly to him with my arms, towards the shore. Thankfully he turns, towards the safety of the shore and he reaches firm ground. I figure he was a dozen steps away from being swept down and maybe eternity.
He does not come down my way but calmly starts fishing above me. I go back to fishing, glad that I had succeeded in stopping a tragedy in the making.
Finally Lew arrives and I show him where I had been hitting the fish, I visit with him as he fishes and it is not long until he is into a fish that turns out to be a very fresh doe pink that he releases. It is not long after that Lew is into another fish, it jumps a few times completely clearing the water, I click a few frames. We are hoping the fish is another coho but by the way it is fighting we know it is a chinook jack, a nice bright chunky fish. Lew says he will release it but after a little urging from me he decides to retain it. Even though they have a strong smell they are good table fare and even better smoked.
We each have a few more chances and I barb another. Lew gives me a bad time for still using the Maple Leaf Thompson River Balsa float saying that is the reason I am missing so many fish, "too hard to pull it down" he quips of the large piece of battle worn wood. Badly chipped from bouncing off the rocks of the Thompson River during a series of trips up that way during the Summer, fishing for jacks.
So I decide to put on a Maple Leaf Drennan but it does not help as I miss another. We watch tandem gravel trucks hauling away a pile of gravel that was stockpiled last year, gravel to satisfied the booming construction industry. To me it is such a shame gravel is taken from this river system, disturbing the fish's home. Anything I ever read about is that gravel extraction it is bad for fish habitat.
I sit on the Solicitor General's Riding Association Board and I related my concerns at our meeting on Tuesday. Of course the public believes taking gravel out is a way to prevent floods especially on the Fraser River, I must do more research on this so I can learn more if that is indeed true.
It is close to 11 now, time to take a break, besides Lew has a lunch engagement at 12. We part, happy that in three fishing trips we have each taken a fish each time.
I then head up river for a drive and see many cars parked at the Tamahi Rapids so I slip in for a look.
Most are doing there thing, lining fish, they do not even cast but have pulled out a bit of line and just toss it out there. Some strike at the end of every drift.
As I reach near the top of the line a fellow is into a fish that is a nice coho, about 8 pounds, it hits the beach in seconds and is pounced on like a cat does to a mouse.
The fish is so lively, after not being played the chap has a hard time subduing it, it slips from his grasp a few times before it is pinned down.
It joins 2 other lovely coho on a rope and dragged into a small pocket of water that is flowing. The person goes back to his spot. I go over for a closer look and see that 2 of the coho are still alive, grasping for air which is causing them distress, a rope through their mouth and gills. Disgusting, it make me want to weep, this is the second time I have seen this rope trick, are they trying to highgrade or what. The fellow then snags a male pink in the back, no wonder the way he is working the water. It too hits the beach in a hurry before being send back into the water. I ask the fellow to please dispatch these other fish, as I ask the cell phone rings, it is Terry asking me to go for lunch. I say yes to get me away from this disgraceful scene of what some call angling. I know I should not visit such places.The chap must have wondered who I was talking to and finally dispatch the poor creatures, to end their suffering.
I leave the scene and on the way to join Terry at Cookies I see a FOC truck checking anglers down river a bit. Hopefully they will be checking Tamahi, I know they are working undercover too. An enjoyable lunch with Terry eases the pain some.
After lunch I go back to The Bell for a few more minutes and have one fish chase my bait as I reel in but it misses the hook,the fish does not give me a second chance. An angler above me then lands a nice coho while
two other fellows throwing a fly line each are snagging pinks off their redds in the shallows, I am too tired to walk up river to discuss things with them. One would think fly chuckers would not be doing such things.
I head to the Leaf Mobile now sad for what I saw today on three fronts but happy to fish with a good fishing partner, dine with another and able to take home a nice coho. I guess that evens things up some and tomorrow is another day on the river, another adventure and another Journal.
O, there was another bad thing that happened today, the Leafs lost but they like some of the persons at Tamahi who were not giving the fish a sporting chance likewise were the two ref's in Ottawa this evening.