Thanks to all who replied to my post on the Spokane R. If I do decide to
fish upstream, I'll take Jere's advice and stay close to the border :)
I happened to drive over the Narrows Bridge today, and as I'm sure we all
do, craned my head all the way around to note approx. 5 figures fishing the
beach to the south of the bridge on the west side, toward the point. Weather
was a little nasty out there, sounded like fun. More reports like Leland's
today and I might have to get my waders wet soon. They hang off a hook in my
office to remind me of why I work, and why I should quit working and get out
there fishing.
Thanks Leland for keeping us posted on the action and of course, for your
extremely accurate reporting of the fish sizes. Sounds like they are all
from the same litter.
-Dave
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David Weitl mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Poulsbo, Washington WA Statewide Fishing Reports
http://www.nwfishing.com
"The gods do not deduct from a man's allotted span
the hours spent in fishing"
-- Babylonian Proverb
-----Original Message-----
From: Leland Miyawaki [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]
Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2000 4:12 PM
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: Narrows
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.
