I fished the Snoqualmie yesterday afternoon. The flow was perfect and I
thought a steelhead was going to be in my near future. Brian Lencho and I
went to fish the Sky this morning. What a difference a few inches of
overnight rain can make.
I ran into a nice little nest of coho last saturday during the early
morning minus tides. I dropped by a favorite beach to do a little searun
fishing. The third cast produced a wake of monstrous porportions behind my
little #8 popper. The next cast resulted in a silver of 5-6 pounds. After
that, there were no more fish interested in chasing down cripples. I tied
on one of Mike Croft's flies and had three strikes on my next three casts.
In the next hour, I caught and released three more good fish before the
tide pushed me back too far from the coho condos.
On sunday morning, I was on the water at 5am to see if the popper would
work under cover of darkness. Remember how cold it was last weekend? Well,
it was butt-cold armpit deep in the saltwater. This time, I hooked eight
fish and landed seven, one of which was a hook-nosed beast that was between
10 and 15 pounds (closer to 15, I would say).
On monday, the tide was later and not as low. I hooked and landed three.
All the fish I caught on these three days were over 5 pounds. They were
porpoising and happy-jumping everywhere.
On tuesday, they were all gone.
Leland.
