Bob Young and I arrived at 6am this morning. After rigging up in the dark,
we walked down to Colman Pool in a light drizzle with no wind. I stopped
off to fish the small point just south of the intakes while Bob continued
on to fish the north side. There were three other flyfishers there that
must have begun casting in the dark. The low slack was to be a .6'er at
9:40, so the tide was still running out. I had a half dozen small fish
follows on a grizzly popper before I hooked a fish of about 3-4 pounds. It
grabbed the fly close to shore so I just continued to strip it in. It swam
around my right side through my slack line, to the beach behind me and shot
out on my left. I turned halfway around and circled the rod over my head .
. . I guess I'll call this particular move a Pirouette Release. It was the
last fish I was to see for the next four hours.
The other three flyfishers left before the tide turned. After it stopped
raining at 11:30, a guy wearing a cowboy hat showed up, walked down the
beach to the point, began casting a buzzbomb into the rip, caught two 3-4
lb. silvers and left without saying a word. It made the morning seem
longer, the rain a little wetter, and my casting not quite as spirited. Bob
and I agreed it was time to go to the Chelan Cafe.
Leland.
