Funny thing Leland, I was on the Snoqualmie from 6:15 to 7:15 last night in
the run just above the one where I saw you a few weeks ago (that's code so
no one will figure out where we were). Just about dark I had a large fish
take my fly bend my spey rod then as I started to reel him in he came
unbuttoned and headed for points unknown. Needless to say I was out there
this morning to chase that fish or his friends. Duh! What was I thinking,
it was mud from bank to bank, didn't check anything just got up and drove
right out.
Turned the truck around and headed for Lincoln Park right? Well it
was a nice but fruitless 2 hours and the 3 other guys didn't fare any
better. I had one little bite and another guy had a little bite, nothing to
the beach.
When I was leaving I had to stop and talk to this one guy who was
chest deep at the point just casting away. I asked him if he fished here
much and he said this was his second time and I says " That would explain
why you are standing where the fish are". He quickly retreats to shore with
the pockets of his jacket just spouting water for all they're worth. He was
quite a sight and from the bulges in his pockets I'm not sure if he didn't
have his fly boxes in those pockets. He thanked me and said he was new at
this and appreciated my help. I just hate to watch someone make a fool out
of themselves.
Tight lines my friends,
Charlie
>
> 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.
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