We’ve been fishing a local urban fishery for a a week since I found out about the location from my fishing contacts. The Marine are 10 fish have moved in and they were in force yesterday. As I was driving over the West Seattle bridge the water in Elliot Bay looked like a fireworks displays with so many fish showing themselves in the form of pops, jumps, whitewater, and splashes. It was pretty amazing to witness so many fish, it made the run of two years ago look like it didn’t exist.
I didn’t get the boat onto the water until after noon, when Chuck W. met up with me to take a stab at Pink salmon on the fly rod. He had some luck at Westport fishing for Coho and Pinks but hadn’t been out to this stretch of water and wanted to feel the tug at the end of his new 6 wt. TFO professional rod.
On the water was Jeff H. no big surprise, this guy can really put the hurt on the fish. He’d be on since 8 am and already had a 40+ fish day, far surpassing my stellar day with dad at Dash Point. He found an estuary alongside the main stem of the waterway where hoards of pinks were coming in to rest. There was no rest for us for the next 5 hours, 90′ casts, double hauls and plenty of tail walking, whoopin’ and hollerin’ and netting to go around. We set up shop and could almost predict the hits as the schools came in. It wasn’t blind casting, it was the hunter and its prey. The tides were nearly perfect for the day, with a low at 8 am and the high at 4 pm, a very BIG incoming tidal swing that kept churning out fish after fish into our little honey hole.
All in all a fine day on the water, I wanted to take the Tiderunner out to explore the waterway upstream, many fish, but also many fisherman. We did see an area with several fly guys in an estuarian appearing locale, but didn’t bother to anchor up and give it a whirl. We fished for a while, but them decided our efforts were better off with heading back to where Jeff was doing his damage.
All in all, it was a good day, perfect weather, perfect tide, and good fishing companions. I did catch an odd pink with some sort of spinal defect, it was bent up like corkscrew, a stunted fish in size, but still managed to survive its youth to make it back to spawn. I really thought I’d be ‘done’ with this fishery, but I can’t seem to stop returning, the allure of the tug is just too much.
Chuck and I finally left around 18:30 to try our luck with bucktailing out in the sound for our luck at Coho. After a long run towards West point, with no fish to hand, we called it quits at 19:30 and decided it was time to grab dinner and head home. A gorgeous sunset, and a fish box full of our limits, but there was one mishap. As we prepared to pull anchor, I strung up the Cross Current GLX to change out the leader for bucktailing and snap, the tip limped over like a frail twig from a dry tree. Oh well… good thing for their bulletproof warranty. Im going to see if I can swap it out for the Native Run 10′ 6wt. which Jeff has, and I’ve casted, its a great stick much nicer than the 8 wt. I owned before. Its a little stiffer than my classic series, but it’ll be nice to have that sword to the collection.