I had some business to take care of in Clallum county today, so decided that I should make my annual run to Hoodsport to check on the Chums. It was a horrible day to get out with a poor marine forecast with wind waves, wind, and more wind. Throw in some pelting rain and you have a great recipe for some good Chum fishing.
I was concerned about fishing so close to the full moon last night and the fact that there wasn’t a big swing in the tides with about 4′ of difference. This coupled with the netting on Tuesdays and Thursdays that reduce the numbers that are out there for the sport fishers. Im not very fond of crowds and although there would’ve been room to shoulder up with your buddy on the bank, I much more enjoy the open water with room to backcast and cast in 360 degrees to moving fish.
This wouldn’t be that day… I met up with another forum member from Wff.com of whom I’ll remain nameless. I’ll give him a fictitious name, Aaron. Aaron hasn’t had much luck with the salmon on the fly and he was pumped up to give it a try, so I invited him to join me for a few hours. Once I passed the Skokomish, I get a text saying that he forgot his oars, oh snap! That wouldn’t be a problem, I’ve towed Jeff H. around when his oars weren’t set up properly for his pontoon, but those were nice conditions, sunny, warm, no wind, no rain… I jest, its all good, as my 10 lb anchor wasn’t enough to hold me in the torrent, and tide. After fumbling around several times with different positions and trying to barge together, I doubled Aaron’s anchor to my pyramid and it somewhat held while we casted.
Aaron did well, he hooked up with several fish in the short time that we did fish, about 2 hours since we both had to get out of there by 1 pm. I enjoyed seeing the thrill in his eyes when he connected with a feisty chum that crushed his fly. If I didn’t have to leave, I would have liked to stay a few more hours to see it out as the fishing was starting to get really good around noon as some big pods of finning and porpoising fish could be seen closing into towards the mouth of Hoodsport creek.
The bad part of the day was that I taco’d my Scott S3S, which I just got back recently from warranty. This time the second to the tip section exploded when I fouled a chum and he didn’t want anything to do with the landing net. At least it was towards the end of the fishing, so we packed it up at 12:45. Not feeling satisfied, I loaded up the pram and lined up my B2X 7 wt. which I happened to have in the truck. I just got this rod back from warranty as well and the two months it took, I wasn’t willing to send two rods in for repair.
I made two casts near the creek and stripped through with the first cast with no action, but the second cast, I decided to have the fly drop and swing and then stripped. Just about my third strip, the line went tight and an unhappy buck came exploding out of the water along the two rows of fishermen. I tried to quickly subdue the fish and bonk, and bled it went into Aaron’s cooler for his smoker.
Rod: Scott S3S, 9′ 8 wt (taco’d) and Winston B2X 9′ 7 wt.
Reel: Galvan T-8
Line: Cortland Clear Camo, with 5′ Maxima 15# tippet
Flies: size 6, black and chartreuse bead chain clousers
Notice the rope between Aaron and my pram? I finally figured out how we could hold our position in the wind…
Tight lines Aaron!
My 2 cast redemption fish on the B2X, I left feeling that I needed to stay a little longer, but it was good. There is always next week!