Met up with a FWR member today, kind of a neat story there. About 8 weeks back, Go Fish posted a report from the vedder with a real nice coho (12-14 lbs as I recall).
When I read the report I couldn't believe my eyes...Go Fish and I fought forest fires together our first year in the business back in 90-91! We spent the summer 100 yards away from the scale bar at Haig Camp (Hope's Initial Fire Attack Base). Man we both kicked ourselves when we realized we spent a whole summer inches away from the scale bar and we were none the wiser! Instead we fished the Silver Hope (I think that’s the name) and fooled around on the Fraser (go fish will know what that means
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Any how, after that first season with a contract crew, the ministry did away with all the contracting companies and that was the last I saw of him...until 13 years later on Fishing With Rod!!!! Someone pass me a hanky
Anyhow, after a pm or two, we decided to connect on the river for a little fishing.
Unfortunately the action wasn’t great today. The water was up from where I thought it would be and some of the pools I showed Go Fish weren’t as fishable as they usually are. In the last pool we hit we found a lot of chums kicking around. GF hit 2 chum floating roe and I got one on a hand tied jig. The one I caught was actually really clean, from 50 feet down river GF asked if it was a chum or not so it really was in great shape - still very bright. As the target was Coho, I slid it back into the water, hopefully to spawn. After working the head of the pool, I decided to go down a join GF in the tail out. He was float fishing so I thought I would grab my gear rod and huck some hardware. Anyone guess what I snapped on...a #5 brass blue fox.
GF and I watched the blade slowly chopping thru the water thinking that the whopping of that blade would surely stir a strike if there were any fish there. Sure enuff, 10 cast late WHAM...fish on. This was another one of those fish that I watched come out of no where and slam my blade - just like the last one, it was just as the blade traveled over a ridge with a 3-4 foot trough below it. GF saw the strike too; it’s great to know you have fooled a fish into a hit! After a couple of minutes, yet another hatch Coho met its fate at the hands of my 9 foot lamiglas.
Nice seeing ya GF after all these years, hopefully we'll see ya again soon. GF and I certainly have a few more gray hairs than we did back in 91 so I think the reference to a "couple of old dogs" in the title is more for the 2 of us!
Gooey
When I get home from work, I'll post the pic for ya'll.
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Topic: November 9th - a couple of old dogs (and a coho) (Read 6237 times)