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I am amazed at all the traffic on the highway and feeder roads, most heading to work while I am heading to work of another kind, fishing. I think back when Chilliwack was just a sleepy town, sometimes I wish for those days again even though it will never happen. Thats why as many trips to Spences Bridge and alike are also welcome, to get away from it all. Too bad mother nature foiled the trip this time, I guess I could have gone but I donot like driving in the snow especially on the Coquihalla if I donot really have too.
I finally reach the first slough I am going to try and get the gear and cut up some bait, in cutthroat size pieces. I then look for the holding tube but I can not find it in my messy cab. Darn now I remember, I took it out the other day. Do I drive back home for 35 minutes and then back here again for another 35 or just forget the project today. Thats the great point of retirement there is always another day, I hope anyway.
I decide just to check to see if there is any spawners around as a trip with George last week only resulted in three feeders for George and a coho jack for him too.
The first spot yields nothing so I work my way down to the Fraser main stem where two anglers are throwing spoons, I will ask them if they have seen any trout. When I arrive where they are fishing for coho and I guess chum that I see are surfacing around them but they look past their prime, the fish that is. We have a good visit talking fishing issues and after I tell them I may head to the Chehalis later the talk changes to conversation about the new fisherman's trail. They donot have too much good to say about it as the say it is too far from the river and a good part of it is just through where the road part of the park is.
They add it was a make work project. I must walk it myself before I judge it.
I leave the retiree's to their fishing and head back towards the Leaf Mobile. As I slowly walk up the gravel bar I take in the surroundings. What a beautiful Fall day it is as the trees are turning to their Fall colors in full force now with the ground littered by fallen Maple leaves, a flock of Greater Canada's fly overhead, leaving a corn field, their crops full of cattle corn. They will spend the rest of the day resting and taking in some gravel and water to digest their morning meal and will return to the same field, a couple of hours before dark. Gosh their life is almost as good as mine is.The bar is also littered with many pink salmon carcases their bodies twisted in many grotesque shapes. I think how not long ago they would have been silver bodies as they left their home of two years the Pacific Ocean heading to this location, to spawn and complete their life cycle and continue their race. I know their efforts now lie a few inches below the gravel, already starting to develop, into the next generation of pink salmon and their off spring will emerge in the Spring, all going well. It was great to see such a good return this year, too bad some of our other species did not.
I reach the Leaf Mobile and head upstream a bit, checking the pools to do a couple of test casts. Where I park I find the area littered with garbage, I cleanup some of it including maybe 10 pounds of newspapers, might as well recycle it. As I pick up the bundles I find two magazines with some ID on it. Picture now taken of the mess and there will now be a follow up with the local CO's. I shake my head that some people can be so irresponsible to do this. Maybe a fine will make them think twice about doing it again.
I try to take these thought from my head a I make my first cast in a likely spot and yes the float goes down but I am a bit surprised and the cutty shark falls off, looked like a spawner too.
Just as well I lost it as not tube to put it in. I will leave this spot to when I have the tube, what a beek to have forgotten it.
As I head to the next run I find a nice crocodile spoon, at least I have got something for the trip but of course a few tins will be found later, to pay for lunch maybe.
The next runs sees many bites and they are all feeders. I try to get a picture of two of them but they fall off while I ready the camera. they are of course beautifully colored and I wanted to share a photo with you. I decide to leave the run for another day. I check in with Rodney who is busy on the computer, where else is he when he is not fishing. Part way through the conversation the connection falls off like the trout, cell phone battery dead.
I leave the slough and head to Agassiz where I drop the Julian petition calling for an independent judicial inquiry on the salmon crisis off at Kent Outdoors. I think if we all do our part on this we can make a difference, if we do nothing nothing will change.My next stop is another slough but nothing there but the water looked great, fishing these sloughs is water dependent usually good after a heavy rain when there is a good flow.
I now head to the Chehalis but the results there and the rest of The Journal will have to wait as another day is now beginning to break, another journal is just minutes away.
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Topic: The Journal, From 4 Bodies Of Water, October, 27, 2009 (Read 2796 times)