Started out the day like any other lazy day. Not hitting the flow till the sun is well over the mountains. Today is a very cold day and probably one of the coldest i have faced this year. With alternating of gloves, it was still blistering cold to say the least. Just changing into my waders sent chills down my spine and the thought of being in the water to chase the illusive cohos had me thinking. Is it really worth all that trouble? At least Dice thought so and he stayed by the car for an extra 1hr before coming out.
Hook was the first to set foot on the battle grounds where we have had many successful days. Kemal and i scouted for a bit but eventually had to head in Hook’s direction. I quickly made way to my usual spot and so did Kemal. We each have our favorite spot to stand so no real conflict between us. But as a team, we are always courtesy to one another when it comes to space. Within minutes of making casts into the familiar run, we all hook fish simultaneously. Coincidence? Not really. As predicted, with the rain from last week, not a whole lot but did manage to spike up the levels for a brief period of time. Fresh fish moved in, then it got cold and clear. Where do you think the fish will be hiding now?
About an hour has gone by, with multiple hook ups. Finally, Hook lands something rather big. At first, i thought it was a chum but corrected by Hook after landing that it was a 9 – 10lbs male hatchery coho. A nice start to the day with only the 3 of us on the flow. Only a few others were out there but they were way too far in the distance to see what was happening. Now i tell Hook to give a call to Dice to let him know that there are fish around. He was quite skeptical about the abundance of fish in the system. Can’t blame the poor soul as his record has been on a steady decline. Anyways, he does make an appearance 30mins after the call.
While Dice took his sweet time to gear up, i land an okay condition male hatchery as well. But only after losing at least half a dozen. I don’t know what it is but today has been really tough for me to land fish. I have no problem hooking them, well over 20+ fish but landing only 4. The definition of “Landing” is either retained or released. Breaking off at your foot doesn’t count for squat. No picture for me as i was too lazy to pull out the phone.
Not long after, Kemal gets his chance at a hatchery fish. He actually did the best today, 6 for 6. 100% hook:landed ratio. And as he fish more and more, the skill keeps on climbing. Previous weeks, i mentioned to him that he was playing the fish a little too lightly. Mainly because of the fear of breaking his rod and losing the fish. But over the numerous hook ups in the past several weeks, he has gain so much confidence that one could not tell he started salmon fishing only a couple of months ago. Well done!!
Here is what we got excluding my fish as i was away from them when they took the shot.
Again, the color change is inevitable and rather quick today. Not sure why that is but all of them were fairly chrome at the time but some may say that it’s a figment of your imagination. I know Dice would say that and call them all tomatoes. Only because his ratio sucked the most, 0:8.
We will be heading out one more time tomorrow before we decide where to go next or is it time to throw in the towel? Numb hands, numb feet and runny nose or warm and cozy in front of the computer looking at pictures of the past, reminiscing of the successful days till the next season starts? Not sure at this point in time. Depression will kick in soon once the season ends as each year this happens to most of us. Fishing is exciting but really, we just want to be out in the great outdoors.