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What a difference a day makes! 8/31/2012

Based on our poor showing yesterday we got some redemption as dad and I were able to wrangle out limits of bright Coho. Dad is getting a little more comfortable with the fly rod and the presence of more fish definitely helped us out versus the weaker showing yesterday. I counted 32 anglers on the tide flats but it wasn’t until the hour before the low tide that all the action happened with schools of 4-6 fish consistently pushed up river. I used my pink hoochie hooker and it worked like a charm. We got 6 females and 3 males, snagged 5 fish but the remainder were fair hooked and averaged 4-6 lbs.

Rods: Sage RPL 9′ 8 wt. 4-piece and Redington Pursuit 9′ 8 wt.

Lines: Airflo multi tip and Scientific Anglers floating line

Flies: Pink hoochie hooker

 

 

 

 

 

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Port Townsend and beyond… 8/30/12

I had been itching to visit Port Townsend as I’ve heard great things about its Victorian homes, big vista views, rich history of nearby Fort Worden, and of course great fishing with Point Wilson and mid channel bank and Marrowstone island.

This is the time of year that we like to head out to the Olympic peninsula I get our fill of Coho salmon for the smoker and barbeque. Since its tough for me to get a stretch of consecutive days off to be able to fish I booked one of the non commissioned officers homes at Fort Worden as its an easy drive to the beach and to the river. There are many charming shops and restaurants, galleries and romantic Victorian style homes surrounding Water street of the down town. The eclectic mix of artists, poets, modern hippies and families all seem to blend nicely. Even the public restroom was architecturally significant and was about the cleanest and most efficient place I’ve seen. Later my wife told me that the town has the highest registration of Prius per capita in the nation and the number of solar powered homes is also notable. It’s a Eco- friendly, hip, swanky, and charming town that has the bonus of great fishing all within a stones throw! I was telling my wife that I could see ourselves retiring here or at least visiting more often.

Today was a slower day fishing wise than I was hoping for as the Coho didn’t seem to rush up in big schools. Mostly it was one or two fish at a time. There were many people fishing but mostly standing around waiting for the fish. I had to really work for the fish and ended up with 5 for the smoker between dad and I. Most of them were cookies cutter in size, 4-6 lbs but there was what appeared to be a larger buck but upon filleting found eggs and would estimate the hen at 8-9 lbs, as it had some girth to her.

My mom took the heads and make salmon soup, an amazingly rich and flavorful broth of the heads meat reduced to a creamy concoction, warmed the heart and soul for sure! I brought my mobile fish processing stuff and have 4 fish brining for the smoker and 1 we kept to make spicy Korean fish soup for our dinner tonite.

After our dinner we took a walk around the hill and saw the old bunkers and Batteries that were built into the hillside to protect against intrusions into Washington. Dad and I will he’s back out today in hopes that the run numbers will improve with the full moon. We met with Ching W. and Tom E. yesterday and Tom already had a fish on while Ching was hoping to scratch out his first Coho on the fly. As the tide change came and the into the flood and push of fish came and I sighted a fish in front of Ching. Giving him some instruction he was able
to entice that Coho and next thing it was laying in the beach with Ching grinning from ear to ear! He was pumped up and could see the look of relief and joy on his face. That made the experience all the more rewarding and enjoyable for dad and I. Hoping that we have a few to hand today and tomorrow.

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Skokomish Kings: 8/15/2012

Having just returned from a family vacation and catching up with work and unpacking it was time to hit the Skokomish river to fuel up on some Hood Canal King salmon. When this river comes up thoughts of anglers lined up shoulder to shoulder come to mind with chuck, duck, and ripping corkies and yarn with copious amounts of pencil lead conjure disgust, head shaken no-no’s and frustration. I fish this river because I like the tidal flats, plenty of back casting room, fantastic scenery with the Olympic range to the west and of course Chinook salmon on the fly.

I invited Ching W. to join me as our last 4 outings had proved to be a bust and I had to redeem myself for the sake of showing him that King salmon can be caught on the fly. We arrived at the Skok a little after 9 am with heavy parked cars along both the Purdy cutoff road and lined along the 106 near most of the gear and traditional access points. Upon our access to the river saw a school of 4-6 fish that were making their way up but was greeted with gear guys tossing every sort of lead and yarn in front of the Chinook faces. I found a spot that looked like it might hold fish and within my third cast connected with a nice hen which for me was relief, having broken the skunk of not being able to bonk a legal fish with Ching. I was telling him on the drive down that perhaps he was the reason why we didn’t get any fish, joking of course.

I hit another smaller fish of about 6-7 pounds, decided to release her in favor of the cookie cutter teens fish that were swimming around. There was a nice pod of 5 fish that ran up but for some reason I couldn’t get any to coax until I checked my hook, or rather lack of hook! I was using a purple peril I tied specifically for steelhead and replaced the smaller hooks with 3/0 sickle hooks. Somehow the junction of the eyelet between my last fish I release came apart with the hook eye and I had been ghost casting for those fish.

I was able to punch out another legal fish and ended the morning with a pair of nice Kings for the barbeque. Ching wasn’t so successful on his first Skok outing but he definitely got the hang of this fishery and will hope to get another stab at getting a fish on his own another day.

 

 

 

 

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Ketch-I-can’t: July 26th, 2012

We’ve docked in Ketchikan and I’ve decided to wake up early to grab breakfast and disembark the Rotterdam to try my luck with the salmon. I had some good tips from folks that visited Ketchikan and was hoping to find some biters close to the cruise ship since I was limited on time and had to be back before the kids and my wife woke up.

Just south east of the cruise terminal is a public marina and along the jetty entrance and from the bridge that crosses the river would be my likely location to find some fresh fish. Only armed with my 5 wt. pack rod and a box of saltwater flies for Coho and Chum I set out using my iPhone GPS to locate the marina and the inlet. There I would find a couple of locals who would be trying for the same thing. One guy was equipped with fly rod as he bumped the pink over white streamer pattern in the river current. There would be a few schools of weary chum that would come to take a peek at our flies but they were spooked by a seal who was chasing them around the marina. I don’t think the seal was hungry but playing a game with the salmon.

I’d also walk out to the jetty and swing a few casts in the currents but there weren’t enough schools around to keep my interest there so I explored some other locations in the marina for the sparse schools but wasn’t able to find any players.

For being the salmon capital of the world I wish there were a few of them that would connect with my offerings.

Since this was a family vacation we went back to the creek street bridge in the afternoon with the low tide and there were several schools of fish that made their way up and was surprising to see salmonids mixed together: mostly chum, some coho, and also some pinks. I had my rod with me but my licensed had already expired by that time and even so had thirty minutes before out final departure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sitka Pinks: July 25th, 2012

Our next port was Sitka, and I’ve been told that if there was a town to fall in love with in SE Alaska it would be Sitka. Steve Y. travels up there regularly to Sitka to help his friend run the fishing lodge and has been doing so for years. He would send some amazing photos of Kings, Halibut, Black Cod, and Bottomfish that would come from its rich waters. I would salivate over the photos but you never can quite picture a place until you can see for yourself the beauty, landscape and charm of the surroundings.

Today wasn’t a fishing day for me but wished I’d brought a fly rod along as I found an inlet stream to a Salmon hatchery Science center that appeared to be privately run. Near that inlet were pink said that we’re leaping and prepping for the incoming tide. There were two fisherman, rather one fisher woman and one guy that had a snagging treble. He said that it was legal in the salt to take up to 6 fish with this harsh method. I thought to myself how amazing it would be to be able to throw a fly just minutes from the cruise ship in downtown Sitka for these guys. They aren’t respected amongst the locals and frowned upon, but we fly fishermen love them regardless.

We did have a great time exploring the downtown area, some notable sights: Russian Orthodox Church (St. Michaels Cathedral), Bishops house, Sitka Totem pole park with visitors center, SSC (salmon science center), my son enjoyed the playground and the grassy lawns near the marinas as he was able to stretch his legs out and run to his hearts content. I snapped off a few shots to remember the time and location and if I ever plan a revisit will bring along my rod next time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sheep Creek: Juneau, AK 7/23/2012

My wife was understanding enough to allow me to fish during our family vacation cruise to Alaska. So far were having a blast and the food, entertainment, and the scenery are outstanding.

I did some research before arriving in Juneau, our first port of call. My afternoon outing would take me to Sheep Creek, which is about 5 miles south of town along the Gastineau channel. During this time of year the chum salmon are thick in the creek and the Dolly Varden pursue the dogs in search of their tasty roe. I started out with my Redington Classic trout 5 wt, which I rigged up a pegged trout bead in molteled or orange. After a few drifts it wasn’t picking up fish, so I sized down and changed colors into the Pautzke red egg color. While the Chum are easily seen in gin color water the Dollies aren’t with their silvery and green backs. You have to look for their swimming otherwise you’ll miss their appearance.

My goal was to target the Dollies since I can always catch Chum in Washington. The tide would move in fairly quickly so the river would eventually come to a slower pace and wasn’t as ideal to free drift the egg imitation. The first fish was a dandy, a nice chrome fish of about 17″. As the tide crept up with the Glacial green color of the salt into the clear creek the chums would pile up into the skinny channel and the Dollies would follow suit. I made successive drifts and picked up several fish on three occasions. All greedily gobbling up the red and then orange colored egg. I lost several rigs on the Chum that would also grab the egg and the 6 lb tippet would snap off in the grizzly like teeth of the Chum.

As the tide crept in and the Chum stacked like firewood it was tougher to get a drift without connecting with a toothy chum that gobbled the egg pattern. It was a good time to take a break and wait out the tide change. A few other fishermen came and tried for dollies but everyone kept snagging the chum including me as they looked like terra cotta warriors positioned for battle.

A few of those fishermen would crowd me as they saw my success with the dollies until I gave up my slot and decided to head back down towards the salt flats where the tide was already receding. I decided to switch tactics and use my 8 wt RPL with Airflo multi-tip line with intermediate tip and bead chain clouser is green over black. I thought the chum would smash this fly like they normally do in Washington but they didn’t seem to care too much for the fly. After fouling many fish, I decide to switch up colors and it was like night and day. A light pink micro calf tail fly with copper bead head was the ticket. The Chum and Dollies would grab this fly with vigor to the point that the Sage would finally explode after a hard run from a big male. Just at the bottom section just below the female ferrule it decided to give way.

I didn’t know if it was the fly color and or pattern change or the change of tide but I couldn’t stop fishing, so used the 5 wt with egg pattern to pick up a few more Chum before I called it quits and called the taxi to pick me up so I could meet my family back in the ship for dinner.

What an amazing place and experience to see just a few miles south of downtown Juneau. I saw bald eagles hanging out near the mouth and some beautiful waterfalls and porpoising salmon as we entered into the Gastineau channel. My wife and family did the Mendenhall glacier tour and saw several pods of Orca whales. Everyone had a great time and we topped it off with another fantastic dinner from Rudi Saliman at the Vista Terrace dining room. I doubt I’ll be able to fish on the next couple of ports due to the broken 8 wt and shorter timing but I’m glad that I was at least able to connect with a few nice Dolly Varden on Sheep Creek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Northern California Road Trip: 5/22 – 5/28/2012

With the end of the holiday weekend, comes the end of our week long road trip to the bay area. My sister in law got married on Saturday and the plan that made the most sense for us was to drive it down to San Fransisco and do it on our terms without the constraints of the airlines, and the stress of trying to organize transportation with two young boys and all of the things that we would need in order to make it work. My wife and I agreed that taking it slowly and touring some sights would be the way to go as it’d been a couple decades since I’d been down the 101 with my parents on our summer road trips as a child.

Our route would take us down to Eugene, OR towards Florence for our first night stop.  I would see the famous McKenzie River and imagine what it must have been like for the first fly fishermen who floated the river on the wooden dorries that the modern driftboats got their beginnings.  The drive out to Florence would parallel the tidal waters of the Duncan inlet on the Siuslaw where I could imagine would be a fanastic spot in the fall for returning salmon and winter steelhead.  Since this was a family vacation the time would be limited to stop and possibly fish but my wife did agree that I could make a stop in Guerneville, CA to pick up another Almarco pram. This would be preceded with quick stop in Crescent City, CA for a visit to Redwood Welding Services.  Here I would meet the father of the Almarco pram, Donald Nuss. His shop is located just off the 101 in Crescent City and was right along our route towards the Redwoods State and National parks.  I’ve talked to Don on the phone but wanted to shake his hand and thank him for coming up with this pram design which I believe to be one of the best out there if not the best that I’ve had the pleasure to fish and row.

I walked into his shop and the white haired and somewhat short in stature gentleman had his back faced to me while working at his pipe bending machine. I said, “are you Don?” With a growl, he answered, “depends… who’s askin’?”  The first things I noticed when he turned around was his metal workers hands, big, burly, knarley and strong. You could tell this guy had alot of time behind the torch and spent many hours with plenty of scars to show his craft.  It looks like he was working on a big gooseneck tandem axle trailer and had just about every imaginable tool known to a man with his experience. After my introduction, I was there to find out how he came up with this design as I’ve not encountered another lightweight welded pram that was better suited for fly fishing still or moving water than his brainchild, the Almarco drifter.  Once we exchanged some greetings, he really opened up and even cracked a smile as I asked him about the serial numbering process and how he came about with the overall design.  It was in 1976 a fly fisherman brought his wooden pram to Don and asked if it would be possible to duplicate it in aluminum as the weathered and beat up boat had seen its better days and was pretty much a goner.  One side of the boat was pretty much toast and from this, he was able to take measurements from the centerline of that old pram and design with higher sides and a bit more rocker from bow to stern a boat that would glide over the water but have plenty of side to side stability for fly fishermen who often times stood while casting and or fighting a fish.  Once the boats started coming out, and the word started getting around, the calls would come in from anglers all over Northern California requesting for his Aluminum prams.  He would cut the templates in bulk and weld up each boat once an order would come in, and would take a laborious amount of work, some 30 hours of welding, grinding, bending, forming, and manufacturing to birth a new Almarco.  When I asked about the serial numbering process, he shared with me the first three digits are of the manufacturer ALQ, the next are the sequence, the letter designating which month the boat was built, A-L, the next would be the year in two digits, and the last would be the sequential number each boat.  Since Don isn’t a fisherman, he had to rely on the input from other fly fishermen on what worked and through the years his prams never really changed a whole lot other than minor things for comfort and function such as the anchor locks. The most innovative and distinctive marks on his prams are the built in handles in the bow and stern. These cutouts are really smart, weight saving, and secure, a great place to strap down to the roof rack or in the bed of a pick up.  The next is the width, the boat is wide, and stable, I’ve never felt unsafe in this boat and with the amount of foam floatation under the bench seat, this pram would never sink even when capsized. The built in side trays, the elevated anchor locks, the bow rocker all add to the rowability of this boat as I can testify that it glides over the water versus pushing a path.  The most important factor of the boat was the weight, with it coming in at around 65 lbs its so easy to manuever this alone and to have all my gear, lunch, and to be able to fish in comfort is how it all comes together.  Don pulled out a file folder and had an invoice for each one of his creations, I was amazed to see the stack of serial numbered receipts, wondering where these boats have made their way over the past 40 years.  He said that over the 20 years that they were made, he produced a little over 600 of them. I am lucky to have found my first one in Spokane, I was the third owner .The guy I bought it from indicated that he got it from a retired doctor who relocated from Northern CA to Spokane.  Until then, I had only read about the Almarco on the California internet fly fishing forums and had always wanted a better pram as we were limited to either fiberglass, wood, or very heavy aluminum here in the Pacific Northwest. The first time I rowed the Almarco, I instantly knew that it was a keeper.

Knowing that I would make the trip to the bay area, I poked around Craigslist and to my surprise found a guy selling his Almarco. He was the original owner and purchased it in 2000, it was a 1999 model. The state requires all watercraft to be registered and licensed and he had a title and hull numbers that corresponded to the registration, pretty interesting… We got lost a few times even with GPS trying to locate this place, and often times wondered if we’d get robbed or mugged in the seedier of places that was definitely hair raising.  The owner was a rough gent but sincere, he agreed to hold the boat as I sent him a hefty deposit and based the sale on trust alone since he was a fly fisherman as well.  I was worried when I saw the pitbulls, and the broken down cars and the kids in the streets with joints and the smell of weed through the air.  Once I was directed behind a gate, there I saw the Almarco and some of my anxieties went away, Jon would also show me his G. Loomis GL3 8 wt. and Tibor reel, which he used for getting King Salmon in the nearby Russian River.  He had only used the boat a handful of times in the 12 years he owned it, but felt it was time to let her go since he had a failing shoulder and could no longer cast a rod.

I brought down plenty of ratcheting tie downs, but was a bit concerned with the Thule roof rack as it was  wee bit too narrow to accomodate a solid platform for the gunnels near the stern, there was maybe a centimeter left of rack edge but once I had four tie downs secured, that pram was going nowhere even with highway speeds up to 80 mph that would ensue for the remainder of the trip.  I was more concerned about how the whole set up would fit into the parking garages in downtown San Fransisco, where the location that I wanted to park only had a max vehicle height of 7′. The whole set up was measuring about 7′ 4″, too tight!  It all ended up working better as I found even closer parking to our hotel and they had oversized parking for the monster trucks that were parked there along with our Honda minivan with rooftopped pram.  I found that the pram drew alot of attention from the valets at the hotel, guys saying that they’d never seen anything like that before and how great it would be to fish out of that in the delta. One valet showed me the photos of his Ling Cod, Rockfish, Vermillion, Salmon, Halibut that were all caught in the bay, he said that a pram like this one would be ideal to launch and fish, with a smile of my face, I agreed and we exchanged fish stories and photos while Rolls Royces, and other expensive European vehicles made the way into the parking pavillion.  Even in line for gas at the Costco, guys were asking me about the pram, it was like a magnet for anyone that fished and my wife was looking at me and wondering what planet fishermen are from as we must have some kind of radar that beacons us together.

Driving along the 101, we’d cross the famous estuary and mouths that would become the Smith, Chetco, Klamath rivers.  Not sure if I would have the opportunity to go back to these places and fish for legendary salmon and steelhead, but maybe one day in the future.  Even with all the waters here in Washington, Oregon, and BC that I have still yet to fish, there is a lifetime of exploring and fishing to be done here. Most of you probably think I am deranged, as this is my third Almarco and 4th 8′ welded Aluminum pram in my fleet. Yes, I did say 3rd! With the advent of blogging and the wonders of the internet, you know that I also brought home Almarco #2 most recently.  Terry K. from Montana upon doing some research about this boat that he fell upon contacted me and asked what that pram is worth as he was wanting to sell it.  I jumped at this opportunity and the rest is history. I am done with my quest for finding these prams, ideally I was considering handing each one down to my sons so that we’d all be able to fish out of them when they were old enough, but who knows if they’ll love fly fishing as much as I do. I know that they will stand the test of time as Don Nuss shared with me that even those boats that were made in the 70’s were still being fished actively. Those early boats outlived many of their original owners!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Eager Beaver: 4/12/12

It’s been long week and I needed some time on the water but only had a few hours to get out. The sun was shining and the wind was calm so I decided to make a break for my nearby watershed at Beaver lake. According to the WDFW it was stocked twice last week with a dose of midget planters and then with 200+ triploids. I don’t much care for the smaller fish but I know those larger trout can put up a tug on the 5 wt. so I set out with that in mind. I rigged up the Minn Kota on the Rogue pram and proceeded to troll with two rods. One with a Rio Deep 7 and the other with a Cortland Camo clear line.

With a cone head leech on the Deep 7 and a black woolly bugger on the slime line I set out with high expectations. After a few passes near the launch it was pretty slow. I picked up a few nibbles and short strikes but only had some really small trout in the 6-8″ category. I get pretty bored with trolling so I anchored up and put my dry line on to give a go with Chironomids.

Within the first cast my indicator got tickled and another small planter. This would be the name of the game for here next 2.5 hours. I was yanking them out as fast as I could cast, retrieve, release and set my indicator. I took 8×8… 8 fish in 8 casts, under 8″!

Too bad this action wasn’t like this in Eastern WA or in BC where the fish are bigger and stronger. I wasn’t complaining until the bank fisherman from shore yelled out for me to move elsewhere, since he wanted I cast over me with his power bait. I said “excuse me????” after a few exchanged words, I yielded to his request even as ridiculous as it seemed. He saw me ripping and releasing these little tikes, it was driving him crazy! He kept casting to where my indicator was hoping to nab a little tike to no avail… I think he finally landed one or his stringer but I gave him a little show just to show him that it wasn’t the location, but the tactic. Even though recently planted, these fish really have keyed in on the natural food source and were found aggressively taking the Chironomids and emergers.

The trout weren’t the only ones getting fat, I saw a male bald eagle and a group of 4 or 5 Commorants that were buzzing the sky. With one swoop two of the Commorants made easy meals of the planted trout. All my fish were caught on a snow one bloodworm fished a foot off the bottom. None of them took the top bug, a red ribbed chromer.

The final tally for 3 hours of fishing was 32 fish. I never saw a triploid but the largest fish was 8″ and the smallest was 5″. All in all, it was fun to get the line wet but in the process it downpoured like mad, with a hail storm that pelted down with some force for as couple minutes. I’m glad I had my sponge and bailer to evac some standing water as it accumulated pretty quickly in no time. When I packed up a couple newcomers asked how I did and I just remarked “I got a few…” I know the guy who asked me to move heard that and probably was shaking his head. I guess it’s to be expected in any urban fishing environment. But with limited time and high desire, I’ll take the riff raff since I had fun catching a few of these Beaver lake planters.

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Good Friday: 4/6/12

I had meetings today as well as some business to do in Seattle. Since it was looking to be a very nice day out I thought about wetting a line in one of our local lakes. The WDFW had recently stocked Greenlake with a few thousand fish and I’d have an hour and half to kill so armed with a backpack, my folding chair, and travel rod, I’d sent on banking it from the docks near the rowing center where the crew teams house their carbon fiber crafts.

There wasn’t much of a chironomid hatch going on or signs of fish splashing but I set up shop on one of the eastern most docks to try my luck. I had a new rod to test out, the Redington Classic Trout 9′ 5 wt 6 piece that I bought as a backup as well and compact travel rod. I measured the depths, tied my bugs on and set my indicator and casted away.

After a few minutes of waiting, hand stripping, twitching it was evident that it’d be slow at this place. So I picked up and moved next to the bleachers on a floating platform. I’d have to watch my backcast here as there were all sorts of people, dog walkers and kids enjoying the sunshine and getting some exercise. There seemed to be more action here as my indicator got tickled a few times and I had a few small tikes play with my size 16 bugs. After a few casts the bobber went down solidly and I was rewarded with a little 6″ tike, quickly photographed and released. I hope he is smarter next time as most anyone fishing greenlake would have probably loved to keep that guy and fry it up for dinner that night. I moved around to the northern most dock and tried to fish in a little deeper water but had no takes and decided to pack it up as it was time to get home.

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Nisqually float: 12/13/2011

Had some rogue reports of chums in the Nisqually, so Jeff and Phil decided to do some exploring and try drifting this river. The Nisqually is a freestone river that is a product of Mt. Rainier, which makes it run cloudy with the glacial minerals in the runoff.

Our trip down was a cold drive as the morning temps hovered in the low 30s and sheets of black ice were covered down my hill. Once we got onto the freeways it was smooth driving and we made it to Mounts road in an hour. Our plan was to launch from the Centralia Power plant, a hydro electric plant off power house road and the 510 Yelm highway to the Riverbend campground. This float appeared to be over 10 miles, with the flows hovering under 1000 Cfs, it would be a relatively moderate float with little froggy water but lots of obstacles.

The fishing isn’t opened until downstream of the military tank crossing bridge. We did see a soldier on the Lewis side playing a darker chum and thought to ourselves that it was going to be a good day. As we scanned the water for chum activity and actively fishing under a float or stopping and swinging a fly there was no evidence of fish activity. Despite the fact that it was a netting day for the natives, we would have thought that at least a few fish made it past and hanging out at some very likely runs.

Jeff did momentarily have one fish on as did I, but it wasn’t enough to call it a good catching day. A nice day to be cold, enjoy some scenery, view a couple dozen eagles along the drift and experience a new launch.

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