rrd
It was chrome as a nickel and looked like a football. It came in surprisingly easy even though after the first jump I turned down the drag and played it ever so carefully. Pound for pound I would say the dogs give a much better fight.
derek
When it's windy like it was yesterday I try to keep my false casts to a minimum - usually 1, 2 at the most, and I do it almost sidearm to keep the line low and out of the wind. I leave a lot of line in the water after the retrieve and crank on it as hard as I can with as much line as possible to load the rod and get the speed up on the first backcast. Knowing how to haul doesn't hurt either. Not the prettiest to look at but I can still get good distance and the less time in the air, the fewer wind knots I get. And because of the angle of the cast, the roll of the line and the direction of the wind yesterday I found that it was putting a perfect mend in the line when it hit the water. And you're right about the Squamish. There's nothing better than when a fresh run comes in from the ocean.
For everybody else, don't all go running up to the Squamish with expectations of lots of coho. That was my first coho out of seven outings up there this year, it was wild, there was nobody else fishing where I was and I caught it on a fly of my own design.