Started the day below town hoping to but a pod of steel.
No go on that front.
Did have a king to the stones when he popped me on a rock and a coho that lasted 30 seconds before it cut me clean.
More people than fish and lifters outnumbered fisher 10 to 1.
Other than meeting two nice guys from Maryland it pretty much was a waste of the first hour and a half of the day.
Went upriver looking for PA and Tunsis but I don't know the way to where think they were and the other side had 17 cars parked where 1 other guy and I fished last week.
So I bagged the idea of walking down to yell at them from across the river and went to the lfz.
Least crowded place on the river from what I saw.
Borrowed Clints rock for a couple of interesting hours.
Hooked 7 or 8 fish fair as can be.
Smashing grab and head shakes.
Ran them around the hole for a while but its a tough place to land them with the new stonework and no gillie.
Finally managed to get this one tired enough to lead him around the top of the new rocks into the back eddy.

Same fish close up for Mr DeMille
And this is the flie I told you about Tuner if I had to eat upriver salmon or die.
By the way hook point from inside to outside on the near side of the fish for anyone who cares about things like that.
(Luckily most peeps on this site)

Wouldn't let me add anymore.
So to continue boring you all.
At least those who haven't already changed to a different thread.
This is when things went south in a hurry.
First with no wind the leaves started to fill up the edge by the rocks where I ended my swings making it a pain having to clean off a leaf every other cast

Making it hard to tell a story.
Then the spool falls out (must have hit the release when palming ) and into the river.
If I was even 53 not 63 I would have skipped down and grabbed it but as it stands now I pulled the line until it finally looped itself and I pulled it up.
Problem was that that was after 2 back to back running lines and a couple yards of backing hand unspooled.
I had hoped having it in the water would help but not a chance.
Biggest birdsnest you can imagine.

 
 

Did you notice the knife in that last pic.
Major surgury  was needed to save my fly line.
Clint I think I got it all but if you find a piece or two its my bad.
Proof I tried at least

 
 
 
 

The price one pays for glueing cheese in place rather than swinging a hammer all day

 The end.
 
PS`  the secret it appears is to go back and edit.
It allows you to add things that way

Good post TB  sounds like we both had reel problems there.   Glad you got after a few on the rock.

Nice TB, believe me swinging a hammer all day is really not that great especially with winter coming. Love where that fly is,  with the salmons its all about the take, steel I want to hold!

I feel your pain 2B.  My girls got into my FF stuff many moons ago and turned a fly line into a bowl of spaghetti.  It took hours to sort out the mess.  They did all this while the babysitter did nothing.   

Usually spaghetti makes me burp not cry, but in this case the water flowed freely. Thanks for the effort of multi pic/posts.  I enjoyed the tale, especially the catching and hooking- I know yours are the real deal and get me excited. Thanks.

My rock used to be slightly upstream from there and the zone was just about where you were standing... ;)

No, really, two Bob nice report... clint and everyone else the same... and special thanks to you twobob for sharing my pics with everyone the past two months or so. Without that I wouldve had to use a thousand words to explain and I don't have the time for that... lol.. maybe a new thread is in need "mouth shots".... lol... enjoy