Fall chinook

A Little Proud

Well, I have to be a little proud. It’s rare when Jeff and I don’t fish together. We both work Monday through Friday and make fishing on the weekends our top priority. When Jeff gets called into work on the weekends, I typically am a little glad for a break to run errands but this weekend, I had nothing to do so we got his buddy to agree to go with me and took the boat out by myself :)

I’ve rowed many times for a long time, but never without Jeff. For anyone who has heard about when I catch fish without him around, you know I’m like a little cat that brings a mouse to the doorstep. I’m so proud and can’t wait to show him what I did. Seriously, like a little kid and it’s a bit ridiculous because I’m 25 years old and don’t get that feeling even a little bit when he’s around. Only when he’s gone, do I feel the need to MAKE HIM PROUD! haha.

Another buddy of our was taking his new boat our for his first time rowing alone as well so we teamed up and pep talked each other through it. We got to the first hole which wasn’t as good as expected. Lloyd landed one and lost a few others and Andrew also got a silver. We stayed hoping for some more opportunity while Andrew headed down to find more fish. They were successful in numbers and got off the river well before us but we were awfully proud of the quality of fish we found. Hey, we fished until dark and only had 3 in the box, we have to make it sound good somehow :)

We lost a few others and got a few nice ones and headed home so Jeff could take us out on Sunday. It was a cold and slow morning, but we were richly rewarded with 3 amazing kings all completely sea lice ridden and as bright as an ocean fish. We didn’t find any silvers, but Lloyd got some rowing practice in, and we were home early enough for me to get this blog done after taking care of the fish and bait.

A great weekend and I’m going to sleep feeling extremely proud. A small accomplishment, but it’s a start! Now it means I can take a boat full of my best fisher ladies!! Dream fishing day :)

 

More coastal salmon

We hit the coast again after the rivers dropped in and we started up high on Saturday knowing all the fish ran straight up river. While we landed a ridiculous amount of fish, most were sent back into the river because they were a bit too dark for our liking. We found a few holes that we could pound out a few fish and everyone got more than a few chances at some fish so it was starting off to be a great day.

We found a nice little hole that was getting a lot of hits, but boy was it tough to land them. We had to chase a couple down and Herb even got spooled by a monster! Luckily, the fish popped off once the line broke at the reel so we were able to reel all the line back up, but man it sucked to see that beauty get away.

About 15 minutes later, as I’m rigging up Herb’s rod again, Jeff is fishing my favorite, custom, float rod and hooks a huge fish. Not only was it huge, it was dime bright, which was rare that day. He gets it just next to the boat and everyone’s words were “holy SH**”! Right as Herb went to net it, we heard the worst noise you could imagine………..”snap”. My heart sunk…..My rod snapped in two and broke the braid. We watched that beauty tow away with our float still attached and Jeff got a good punch in the arm. Well, no more float fishing for me all weekend! And, I’ll need to try to replace a custom rod. GREAT!

The beer was pouring and I was pouting. I just wanted to get to the launch, dig razor clams, and sleep. We fished a little more and I got a little happier. The fish that broke my rod will haunt me forever, but at least it broke on a killer fish and not in a car door or in a tree. Trying to be optimistic here :)

Saturday we went a little lower in the river hoping for some brighter fish. We got some brighter fish, but nowhere near the numbers as the day before. The crowds were fewer, and the fish were definitely a lot nicer, but we only killed two and we were at the launch by 2. We had a nice little lunch and home to clean clean clean all those fish, clams, and eggs!

Can’t wait for next weekend! I’m now in full fall salmon mode even though I’m out one rod ;)

Fall fishing at it’s finest

After just a few hours of sleep, we headed out to the coast for some more fall fishing. We started the day off right with a nice king on a spinners and got a few more on spinners and jigs. No silvers landed for us, but we Clarissa lost a couple coho on eggs, the boys landed a couple more kings, and we decided this rain was getting the best of us.

We headed down river moving as fast as we could without going so fast that we couldn’t fish and plucked another king and coho out. We released quite a few, lost even more, and ended up with a body count of 3 kings and 1 coho and a whole lotta EGGS to cure up.

Other than celebrating my mom’s birthday today, I couldn’t ask for a better weekend! Jason Aldean concert, fishing for huge fish, and spending the day with my family and curing eggs! Back to the grind tomorrow and I’m at it again next weekend! Now if only it would stop raining a little ;)

How I Get Revenge

The plan this weekend was to take Jeff’s aunt Karen and uncle Jerry from Montana out. They just wanted to fish with their nephew, catch a big one, and bring home a bunch of fish to can. Friday morning I get a call from a “sheriff” at about 11:30AM. Having two younger brothers (that have called me to get them out of trouble before), I was trying to figure out what in the world they did so early in the morning to be getting in so much trouble that they had to call big sister to help.

He was actually calling to ask me about my supposed snagging on the river; And I don’t feel bad for assuming it was my brothers. :)  Apparently, Chief [something tribal sounding] called him to report me and my friends’ snagging problem on the Nisqually. I was very surprised and told him that perhaps someone didn’t like one of my recent blogs and thought they would try to get me in trouble. He was very persistent on wanting to meet me but I said I was fishing the next day. He was asking about who I was taking, if I was running  guided or charter trip, and where I was. Sounding very official and educated on his questions, I answered truthfully with Jeff’s family, no, we aren’t guides, and the military launch on the Nisqually.

He was closing the conversation by setting up a meeting in the morning at the boat launch so that he could discuss in person. When I asked what his name was again, he replied with “uncle Jerry”. I GOT PUNKED!! I feel that I was warned Jeff’s uncle is a whole lot of fun and that I would love him. Everyone was absolutely right! After offering to bring the beer and gas the boat, I couldn’t wait to meet this man!

I left work early and headed home to make sure everything was perfect only to find out that Jeff got called into work Saturday. We were pretty bummed because his aunt and uncle had to go back to Montana Saturday afternoon. He got some extra work done while in town and last minute decided he would stay if he could fish on Sunday! Back to the game plan! We unfortunately had to bail on some other friends, but we couldn’t give up another opportunity to take him fishing! the fishing started out decent and we released a few dark fish assuming the fishing would be great all day and we could be picky. They just wanted fish to can so they didn’t care if they were dark, pinks, anything! We really just wanted nice kings!

The terrible thunder storm rolled in around 9 AM and we had Jeff’s dad, uncle, and aunt all fishing without rain gear, in a Washington thunder storm. They pulled out that beer and fished their way through it! The bad weather really turned off the bite and we struggled to put anything else in the boat. We had just one 10 lb coho which was a great fish, but not quite what we intended to send them home with.

After a very fun day of fishing, tons of picking on ME (uncle Jerry says “you seem like the kind of girl that’s easy to pick on”), beer drinking, and great stories, we called it quits before the next forecasted storm headed in. I mistakenly decided to clean the fish on the boat and was getting the last little bit of blood out when the fish slipped right off the side of the boat! GONE, JUST LIKE THAT! The only fish we had and the only fish that they could send home!

They joked about buying whole salmon from Johnny’s Dock and I PROMISED that we would have fish for them when they came up again in a few weeks and they were more than welcome to come back out. Uncle Jerry said he’d only come out if Jeff could get them out while I was at work or something. I was not welcome back with them and he told Jeff to find another girlfriend because he didn’t approve of me! They really did buy salmon on their way home and even sent the eggs back to us, but I’m still saving all the next fish we catch for them. They were wonderful people and I can’t wait to see them again if they’ll allow it. Uncle Jerry was a riot and Aunt Karen might love fishing more than me…

Well, I Jeff keeps telling me he was joking and that they liked me and surely hope so! He pulled a fast one over on me before I even met him and that my friends, is how I get even :)