Jay Nicholas’ Salmon Fisher’s Journal September 16-17 2010
Yes folks, Chinook salmon are lurking under the waters of the Alsea in this photograph. Doubt me? Take a look.
A bright Chinook jack ate Ed’s fly.
Finding it impossible to get a grab myself, I proceeded to run my new Koffler Sled around the Alsea, pretending to look for biters.
September 17 found us on a secret river located near Pacific City, where practically no one has ever seen anyone fly fishing for Chinook, unlike the Alsea, where that us apparently the only way people fish for kings.
We learned that Chinook like to lay under docks. At least that was how it seemed that day.
Ed and I drove home after dark. Rob camped on the beach, preparing for two more days among the salmon, which he found again each day. I made it home, waaaay past my bedtime, vowing NEVER to tempt fate with the late drive.
The sled is clean again, tanks are full, and I’m looking at the tide book wondering when to go again. Four days on the water, three salmon to the boat, several grabs missed, all by my trusty fishin’ partners. Soon. Soon the tug will be at the end of my line. Maybe not until 2011, but soon enough.