> For the next two hours, my lost fish was the topic of conversation on > the beach. All in all, four of us turned ten fish on poppers while > the gearboys hooked and landed one. At 9:30, I hooked one of about > five pounds that charged the fly as if it was his last meal.
Most excellent! I have been running around in my boat like a fool trying to get in front of more salmon that I can fly fish. And its been slim, I got into some Pinks that were eating like the wolves they are said to resemble, but I had a gear rod in my hand. Last weekend on West Point, we were all flies and the fish stayed at 60-90 feet. I got one short strike while bucktailing (with a fly rod!). But that was it. With reports like this, I am wondering if the beach is really the place to stay. But I am back on West Point this weekend, with maybe a run up to Kayak to focus on fly fishing the coho and pinks that are said to be off the stilly now. Thanks for a great report Leland! Rob -- In my family there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. Norman Maclean
