Yeah, keeping a log is not a bad idea. Because of this, I knew that today was the perfect day to hit a spot that no one would be fishing, one that at this water levels would produce coho for sure.
As I expected, no one in sight - not even close. But the water is still a tad high, there is still a bit of a current that I'd rather not be there. Oh well, there will be chum. Let's play!
First cast and bang, a nice fresh chum. Second cast, another, third cast, another...OK this is boring...
A change of fly buys me some peace and quiet. Time for a cigar. Watching the eagles...the seagulls...ahhh, nice day, glad I didn't stay home.
An hour later the cigar is finished, and the water has dropped another half a foot, stopping the current. It is a nice 3-4 foot deep slack now.
A change of fly and the perfect cast. Fish on! A hatchery coho.
And another. And another. And another...chit, I limited out...
Oh well, let's lie down on the big log and just enjoy being out there.
No one in sight...solitude on the Vedder...so close, yet so far from civilization... it doesn't get much better than this.
Time to clean the fish and head back to the far away vehicle. The crossing is less treacherous as the river dropped even more.
Should I take a pic to post?
Yeah, sure, if no pic, it didn't happen. So, here it goes:
Gotta love coho on the fly...