7:00am - down from Wilson Rd. - first cast....nice drift then all of a sudden - Swoosh! Seagull on!
Damned thing just flew right into my line. Of course (s)he panics, and I now have a gull wrapped in fishing line...dumb bird. I drag it to shore, much to its chagrin, and try to unwrap it. Stop, wipe blood from hand that just got skewered by unhappy bird
Manage to grab bird by the neck. Have fleeting thought about the world being a better place with one less gull
, and then hold gently, while I reach into my pocket for my knife and slit the poor.......line. Bird is able to flap freely, and I have to let go of its neck, or it's going to break on its own. Free bird, and me back on the bank retying....nice start to the day
Many drifts later, nothing for me, or the two guys that are fishing in a spot usually occupied by 30. It seems this is no longer a "quality" spot. While fishing, along comes "George". Now, I've never met George, but he knows me, and he knows you....you see George is a lurker. (George - I know you're out there) It's his first time down in this area, and he has a net (his friend told him he'd need one) What he didn't realize is that you only need a net if you hook fish
So, George gets blanked in this area too, and I tell him of some of the "spots" in the vicinity, and I wander off to try other nearby spots myself. Mostly the day turned into casting practice, but the weather was nice, a cool westerly blew, and now and then a short shower. The colours of the fall were spectacular, and somehow I didn't mind not catching fish. The ones that I did see finning were either springs wearing nightime camo, or living carcasses masquerading as chums. Oh well, keep away from them, and I'll be OK.
At around 1300, I was tossing up leaving, when I decided to try a little area, that has been good for others with blades. I got there, and had it to myself again (really must be the end of the season...this used to have 5-10 people at it during the last 30 days). I started drifting, and retrieving a hammered copper colorado, and after about 10 casts - Fish On! Oh My God! I was totally surprised, but here's this nice little 5lb Chum - in decent shape (i.e. not making like a leper). I bring it to the shore, and unhook the blade from it's snout, and send her on her way. About 5 casts later - Wham!!! Coho! Unfortunately this one is just shy of Tomato Colour
But he gives a great fight....aerials, rolls, runs, Yeehaw! I bring him to shore, and realize that he's also wild. Quick flip of the pliers, and a tail splash - he's gone. Wow...nice to fight a coho for more than a fleeting moment. I love the way fish hammer the blades! After tail snagging some brute of an ugly spring, I lost my copper blade, and tied on gold. No action
At about 1430, I call it a day, and make it home in good time (all the traffic must be off by an hour). Nothing to take home, but a nice big Coho and a fight to go with it.
I think it's time for me to move to the Chehalis next week.
Cheers!
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