So after yesterday's (or the day before yesterday, since it's already 12:3am on October 16th
) outing with Chris, I was so tired that I fell asleep with my laptop on my lap and decided to skip the report/blog writing until now.
We fished a spot where Chris has been doing well lately and the first hour or so, there wasn't a single bite. The wind was howling, the rain was coming down hard and I asked Chris, "You sure there are fish here??"
After that comment, Chris wandered off and disappeared, either embarrassed or offended by my remark.
Pretty much right after he left, the bites came on!
I had eight drifts with eight bites, kept a jack spring and a jack coho right away. The bites kept going for the next two hours, Chris joined us again after his walk and got some bites too. Most of the bites near the second half of the session were from chums. By 10:30am we decided to stop because of too many chums and anglers. We went to Cookies for breakfast of course.
After Cookies, I decided to do a solo session to try somewhere different. After two hours of floating roe, I only had one quick take so I decided to switch to my spoon.
While tying up the spoon, a coho popped its head out in front of me and went down to the same spot, around 20 feet directly in front of me. I thought, perhaps I should cast the spoon upstream and estimate the distance so it would drift by its face. I did so, sure enough, the fish turned its head and started following the spoon as it approached me. 15ft, 10ft, 5ft, I watched its mouth opened right up, grabbed onto the spoon and turned around right away. It pretty much hooked itself.
It had to be the fastest coho fight I've ever had. Within a minute I had the 8lb hatchery buck on the river bank. It was slightly coloured, but for someone who hadn't land a hatchery coho this season, I sure was not complaining.