Rick Bell, Gene Gudger, and Tom Moore from this newsgroup and my
photographer friend, Earl Harper were on the water between 8:30 and 9am
this morning. The tide was due to be slack at 4.5 feet about 10am. It was a
beautiful soft overcast northwest morning and the tide was running
perfectly. I picked up the first silver 15 minutes from my first blind cast
into moving water as I stepped and cast south of Doc's. Gosh, Bill, it was
17 1/2" blackmouth. Then Tom, Gene and Earl hit and landed one each. They
looked to about 17 1/2 inches also. After that, we all spread out and began
to hit on individual cruising silvers. At about 10:30, we were all gathered
in the north cove when the first big school cruised through right on
schedule. Tom put his fly into the leading edge of the working fish and
promptly pulled out another 17 1/2 incher. He said they looked like Montana
trout sipping on Tricos. Tom's thrashing fish sent the school off. For the
next few minutes, I ran up and down the beach after other small fast-moving
schools trying to get ahead of them. Later we moved on south where Rick had
radioed that silvers were all around him. It was the big school. We
surrounded poor ol' Rick and proceeded to poach his fish. I changed to a
new fly I tied for these new spooky fish and picked up my last two silvers
with it. They were 17 1/2, maybe pushing 17 3/4 inches. At 11:30, a squall
moved in with the incoming tide and ended a most idyllic morning.
Leland.
Oh, yeah, the answer to Chuck Breed's query: "Does this guy ever work?" I'm
writing this report from my office where I am still catching up from my
wednesday morning trip to the Narrows.
My fishing always has a price.
