After a long hard day I had the itch that just needed to be scratched. As we've been anticipating; all of the obvious ingredients were there and I just had to give it a shot. It was my sons first day of first grade and I had to surprise him with yelling at him to get his boots and get in the truck the second I walked in the door. 20 minutes or so later we were on the water. Guys in the lot had limits and said there were loads of fish all day long with a slight void in the late afternoon. After about 30 minutes of no action I figured I missed the tail end of a good run. Its all time and place though... and if you stick to your guns it usually works out. We ended up hooking in to a few brutes that took us to the cleaners. Almost lost a fly line on one. We managed to land one wild Chinook (yes they're still ALL WILD For almost a month straight)...
The highlight of the evening though was my son hooking his first salmon all on his own. While it was still slow he began to complain. I was close to taking him home just to teach him a lesson. Sure enough while he was pouting and whining his line pulled tight and just in front of me a coho instantly did a complete aerial shot slapping its head... freekin sick!!! He was speechless... it was about a five second hook up as the coho must of not given any chance to set the hook from the way it struck... what a time. He was fine with losing the fish which made me happy and he didn't pout again even when it was time to leave..
Port was loaded just before dark... its just about time id say. I scent tuna a few pics of the adventure...no one upstream or downstream in sight. .can't get much better than that... a staple in my mind forever even though it was no where near the hottest action I've ever had...sorry for the novel just figured I'd share...
Remember, its all about time and place. Don't expect to come up and have fish at your feet