Leland Miyawaki wrote:
>
> 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.
Fellow flyfishers
Fished Lincoln park this evening from 2pm to 5 pm. Not much action
early on, accept I caught a nice sea-run on Leland's beach
Popper(chartreuse); my first saltwater fish caught on top-quite
exciting. At around 4pm, right before the tide slacked, a we had a
little bite go off. I managed a couple of small silvers (a pound or so
caught on a pink and white clouser).
There was a fellow fishing next to me and he accidentally cast the
front -half of his rod into the water. He became panicked at the
thought of losing his rod, so he began madly stripping in his fly,
hoping to catch the tip top guide and bring his rod back securely.
Well, a 5 pound silver must have liked the action on the fly, because
when the man almost had his rod within grabbing distance, the fished
nailed the fly off the end of his rod, hooking himself. The gentleman
excitedly yarded the fish up on to the beach with only the butt half of
the rod, and amazingly landed the fish. Unfortunately, the cortland rod
which he was using was broke near the ferrule. True story. No BS.
Jeff Hale
