Haha...dammit...I had a feeling whichever river I went to, the other one would produce. Waco, consider yourself fortunate. If I had gone to the sandy with you we would've been skunked for sure.
Nice meeting you and your friend too 98nismo. I had an appointment back in Portland at 5 but it ended up getting canceled so I tried out a couple more holes along the way back.
So, while 98nismo and his friend went back to his truck to get their gear, I had a bite and I had a fish on for about 10 seconds. Don't think it was a salmon or steelhead b/c it was ripping line off my reel but it was big enough to bend my 8 wt fly rod, which probably makes it a decent sized trout. I also tried mile marker 15 where I had luck on Sat. I had another bite there - a hard one - this time on my 6 wt rod with a 5 lb tippet and it snapped my fly off. Thus, the last time I use 5 lb tippet. I've already lost 2 fish with that tippet. Both bites were on gold colored bead-head prince nymphs. So I guess I don't really count the day as a skunk. Weird though, I tried a tiny dry fly on a rocky section of the river at another spot. Usually, I get a hit on 3/4 of my casts usually from smolts. But this time, not even one biter after an hour of casting over every riffle or behind every boulder I could find. I wonder if the rain pushed the smolt downriver towards the ocean.
Haha...in the last hour I was fishing, my dog completely pooped out and curled into a ball on a rock. I think he was cold, wet, and sick of being outside which I've never seen happen. He couldn't look more excited when I headed back towards the car. I guess 10 hours of fishing was too much for him.
BTW, 98nismo, did you guys wade down along the rocks? That was a primo big fish hangout - shaded, deep, seams, and tailouts. I kinda regret not coming back down to the hole after I found out I had more time to fish. Don't even have to cast.
