Sharphooks
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My life is full of impetuous moves. Last month, on a whim, I decided to put my fishing cabin on the market. Still not quite sure why i decided to do something that outlandish but we do what we do when we do it.
So now that I have a buyer, I had to figure out what to do with my inflatable raft that I had stored in the garage.
Well, first things first---take a trip down the river and worry about what to do with the raft later!
Decided to do an overnight with a friend. Got the cars spotted at the takeout, got everything packed and we were on our way
Five miles into the drift, my favorite beach to camp on was still there. Thank the Lord for small favors because this beach is literally one of the only campsites on this river---no gravels bars like a normal meandering river---this one holds her banks --- good for the fish but tough for camping
I had my sights set on what we call springers: early Chinook that start nosing one by one into the rivers in March and April, then bust a move in thick wads in May and June
This camping hole has another side-benefit--- when springs are around, they love the hole out in front of the tent---so nice to fish until dark with huge springers rolling at your feet. Here's a pic I took on that same beach 10 years ago---different dog, different inflatable raft, but the river didn't change a bit:
But that picture was taken in June. I knew fishing springers in April was a long shot---it was a bit too early---- part of the reason we never saw another boat in two days. However......The side-benefit of fishing river Chinook in April--- steelhead!
With a lot of water to cover we fished from the raft, so the fly rod got left at home. First hole, a nice doe:
That got things primed for the day. Then I lost a nice fish in another hole a few miles downstream. But rather then keep rowing, I had a sneaking suspicion we were on to some fish so I decided to row back up to the top of the hole and go through a second time.
I put on the smallest spoon I had in the vest, thinking it might be a good time to go into subtle mode.
Pitched in to a triad of boulders in really fast water---Massive take-down !
The water exploded and I knew right away I was into a big fish. And as it steamed up river in short staccato bursts, that was clue enough I’d better start paying attention.
I really dislike fighting fish from a boat in a river (especially when I know the fish is going to get released) so I hopped out on the beach and fought it from shore
So this is what came up from the depths. My dog went nuts: it was like an alligator coming out of the water.
My dog weighs about 35 lbs---- Not sure where this one would have scaled but definitely one of the bigger fish of my career. Can you imagine what this thing looked like fresh out of the saltwater a month or two ago?
No Chinook that day, but a great time on the river. My buddy got a 15 pound chrome doe ---he was ecstatic
Now I’m thinking I made a big mistake selling my cabin---cancel the sale! Cancel the sale!
Here’s the view from the back porch of the cabin: in the foreground is one of my favorite fishing vests. All that white stuff foaming out of the pouch? A roll of toilet paper the rats got into to make their nest…
Oh, that’s right, now I remember why I decided to sell the cabin...the freaking rats were driving me nuts....ha ha
So now that I have a buyer, I had to figure out what to do with my inflatable raft that I had stored in the garage.
Well, first things first---take a trip down the river and worry about what to do with the raft later!
Decided to do an overnight with a friend. Got the cars spotted at the takeout, got everything packed and we were on our way
Five miles into the drift, my favorite beach to camp on was still there. Thank the Lord for small favors because this beach is literally one of the only campsites on this river---no gravels bars like a normal meandering river---this one holds her banks --- good for the fish but tough for camping
I had my sights set on what we call springers: early Chinook that start nosing one by one into the rivers in March and April, then bust a move in thick wads in May and June
This camping hole has another side-benefit--- when springs are around, they love the hole out in front of the tent---so nice to fish until dark with huge springers rolling at your feet. Here's a pic I took on that same beach 10 years ago---different dog, different inflatable raft, but the river didn't change a bit:
But that picture was taken in June. I knew fishing springers in April was a long shot---it was a bit too early---- part of the reason we never saw another boat in two days. However......The side-benefit of fishing river Chinook in April--- steelhead!
With a lot of water to cover we fished from the raft, so the fly rod got left at home. First hole, a nice doe:
That got things primed for the day. Then I lost a nice fish in another hole a few miles downstream. But rather then keep rowing, I had a sneaking suspicion we were on to some fish so I decided to row back up to the top of the hole and go through a second time.
I put on the smallest spoon I had in the vest, thinking it might be a good time to go into subtle mode.
Pitched in to a triad of boulders in really fast water---Massive take-down !
The water exploded and I knew right away I was into a big fish. And as it steamed up river in short staccato bursts, that was clue enough I’d better start paying attention.
I really dislike fighting fish from a boat in a river (especially when I know the fish is going to get released) so I hopped out on the beach and fought it from shore
So this is what came up from the depths. My dog went nuts: it was like an alligator coming out of the water.
My dog weighs about 35 lbs---- Not sure where this one would have scaled but definitely one of the bigger fish of my career. Can you imagine what this thing looked like fresh out of the saltwater a month or two ago?
No Chinook that day, but a great time on the river. My buddy got a 15 pound chrome doe ---he was ecstatic
Now I’m thinking I made a big mistake selling my cabin---cancel the sale! Cancel the sale!
Here’s the view from the back porch of the cabin: in the foreground is one of my favorite fishing vests. All that white stuff foaming out of the pouch? A roll of toilet paper the rats got into to make their nest…
Oh, that’s right, now I remember why I decided to sell the cabin...the freaking rats were driving me nuts....ha ha
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