Nicholas’ Salmon Fisher’s Journal: Nestucca River, late September, 2010
No one fly fishes for Chinook on the Nestucca River. Period. End of discussion.
So the story went, recently, when my friend Todd (attending a wedding) asked a coastal resident if anyone fly fished in the area. Silvers – maybe someone fly fished for coho salmon, Todd asked. Nope. Chinook? Not possible. Steelhead, he wondered, could anyone be fly fishing for steelhead in Nestucca tidewater?
The answer was emphatic.
“Look Todd, I’ve been fishing here for more years than you’ve been alive, and I can tell you that no one – no one – fly fishes for salmon around here.”
Todd, an avid and accomplished fly angler, fly tyer, professional fly fishing guide and all around perceptive fellow, was pretty sure that he had, indeed, seen not just one but several people fly fishing in the Woods bridge area, and witnessed one fish, species unknown, being netted by a fly angler.
“Hey Jay”, our phone conversation began: “do you know if anyone fly fishes on the Nestucca around Woods?” “Why do you ask”, I replied, keeping my options open for the moment. Todd told me his end of the story. I had to let it all sink in for a moment, then I told Todd my end of the story.
The world is a very small place.
By chance, we both took photos of of Ed’s Chinook at the same moment: me in the boat, and Todd, visiting from his home in Medford, from the bridge.
Is the world weird or what?
Take a second look at the lead photograph and see Todd’s maroon Land Rover on the Bridge, with Todd shooting the photo beside his rig.
Simultaneous photos, taken from different perspectives by friends who haven’t seen each other for a full year, were united on the Nestucca River by a Chinook, a fly rod, and a photograph.