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Last trip before it’s back to school

We rang in the New Year being completely skunked! It’s a tradition of ours to go out the first day of the new year and steelhead fish. We did just that and the river levels weren’t in the greatest condition so we headed to a place that we normally don’t fish until February because it was one of the only rivers in shape…….and we got skunked. Not even a bite! It was a great day and beautiful outside, but no fish.

We headed down to southern WA on Saturday and redeemed ourselves by landing a nice coho, a kelt, and went 3/4 on winter steelhead.

The first fish of the day was around 10 AM and my eyes were wondering to the houses along the river when Jeff saw my float go under “honey!!!!” The immediate reaction was simply to set the hook without even looking and sure enough, “Fiiissshhh”. It took off running down river and it was heading straight for a waterfall! Okay, it wasn’t really a waterfall, but it was some pretty gnarly rapids and I was still standing in the boat 100 feet upstream of the fish.

Jeff said “you’re gonna have to go chase it” and he picked me up like a child because the water was almost waist deep and while the fish continued to scream down river, I began running…..and running….and running. I’m not sure how I managed not to slip and fall and I dredged through the river and my fish headed around a corner. I just kept thinking, this is a blast, but there’s no way I’m going to get this fish. I was laughing the entire way and then I heard our buddy Curtis come stomping behind me with a net.

We’re huffing and puffing and the finally gets tired and brings itself to the bank. Wow! What a rush! And well, this isn’t the first time in my life I’ve needed to be picked up out of the drift boat to chase a screaming winter run. ;)

The next fish wasn’t until about 1 PM and it was on a diver. Curtis was letting out one rod when mine started getting hit. We all take turns and because this was a diver fish, it’s fair game so I was going to let Curtis have it. Well his hands were full with the rod he was letting out so I snatched it up. To be honest, it didn’t fight much at all which I am now okay with, because it was a beautiful wild hen and I’d rather it come in quickly than to tire it out like the first fish.

The third fish was Curtis’s and the second to last place that we fish on the drift. Jeff was making fun of him because he was drifting a peach cheater and an uncured chunk of prawn. It was referred to as “snot”. Sure enough, he got slammed! And his “snot” produced a great hatchery buck.

We decided not to fish today (Sunday) since I technically start school today and the garage is a disaster, plus we’re in day one of a storm. So we’ll hopefully be back in shape for next weekend and I’ll get a bunch of homework done while he’s cleaning :)