This morning I decided to head out for some local saltwater fishing. I didn't wake up early or rush to the water and missed my favorite tide change but sometimes getting out is enough.
It was a beautiful sunny day with not a breath of wind. The rainshadow was in full force with low clouds to the west, thicker clouds to the east, and big puffy clouds building over the Olympics.
The fishing was slow for everyone but I did have a quick pulse of action. I hooked a tiny chinook (eight inches) and as it got close to the kayak I could see six or seven coho swirling around it trying to eat it. The coho were keyed up and after I slipped the hook from the shaker chinook I quickly flipped the fly ten feet from the boat. One strip and I could see the coho take the fly. I set the hook and felt weight but the fly did not stick. I could still see the fish swimming under the kayak as I quickly flipped the fly back into the water. Just as quickly as before I had a coho on the end of the line and just as quickly it came unhooked. I so wanted to inspect the fly and make sure the hair wasn't fouled but I knew these fish would be gone as quickly as they appeared so I roll cast the fly back into the water. One strip and another of the coho inhaled the fly and turned. This time the hook held and I was able to quickly land the fish. I wish I could say that the action remained hot, but that was the last I saw of any adult salmon.
I'll try to remember this beautiful warm sunny day on the water in a couple months when it is cold, wet, and gloomy.