While Adrienne’s expanding her skills and experience travel across Canada, I expanded mine by teaching others what I know. Jeff and I took several ladies to bobber fish for fall Chinook and as much as they learned, I think I learned more.

 Early Morning Skokomish River

From Chellsea who has been fishing for years to Robin who had the passion in her blood from just her first fish to Angel who comes from stream trout in Wisconsin to Becky who had never held a rod before, we had quite the group; A group full of desire, passion, and the willingness to learn. Not just teaching how to bait a hook, cast a reel, mend your line or even how to set a hook, but teaching them about preparedness and confidence. Teaching them about ethics and consideration for the fish on one of the most controversial rivers in the Pacific Northwest. Teaching them it’s not about the number of fish on your stringer but how to respect them, the river, and the challenge to entice them.

 The Catching Begins

Watching them help each other by the end of the weekend and making new friends and memories that will last a lifetime. This weekend was full of adventure, firsts, and simply expanding what some already knew.

 The Girls did Great!

Everyone got at least one fish including Becky who had never fished before. What better fish to be your first than a 12lb wild salmon? Angel, who has bared the rainiest spring rain and freezing winter weather to come up empty handed after watching everyone else get their limits and she gets the first fish of the day on her first cast of the day. Chellsea, who has been fishing for years but has really grown her passion over the past year, put her limits to the test with her first bait caster and limits of fish. Robin, who has an endless desire that I’ve never seen before but just doesn’t have enough opportunity to get out, had more excitement and joy than everyone combined. Ellen, who I only get to see once a year, out-fishes her boyfriend. And meeting new girls on the river and making new friends, Clarissa, simply willing and easy going with enough crazy fishing stories to hold a conversation with an 80 year old man.

 To start the weekend off as strangers and end it with exchanged numbers, borrowed gear, stories that you literally laugh out loud when you just think about it and for everyone to go home with so much knowledge and growth is really what fishing is about. It’s really what fuels you for the next trip. The tug is the drug and but sharing your passion is really the addiction.

 Dinner courtesy of the Skokimish RIver


~ Bry