I sat in the rain, with waders that have a 50 cent peice size hole in the heel, at the mouth of Eagle Creek,(the real mouth, not the fake mouth) in the pouring rain, all morning, from 5:50 until 12:30, in the POURING RAIN!, stalking fish. Did I mention it was rainin' a bit?
Sat and watched the water steadily rise, thinking,"ahh, lil' pod 'll come through any minute"....as it rained.
There were a few bright fish that were staged right across from the bank next to the mouth, rollin' and jumpin' in the rain. Just couldnt quite reach 'em though.
Triumph first came in the form of a hawg of native Spring Chinook! Slammed a #4 brass body black blade home twisted spinner. Even though it was my bro's fish, I was happy with it, 'cuz Im the one that hopped in and tailed the pig to get the hook out. Even if I got skunked, I still smell like fish.
After I tuned the mangled spinner back into shape, while telling him, "nah man, that thing aint gonna catch another fish 'till I re-twist it, its destroyed!", he takes about 10 more casts, in the rain, and hooks up again.
This time with another Springer, native, but only about super jack size.
didn't see ONE fish while stomping up and down the creek from the bridge to the mouth and back. In the pouring down rain!! With leaking waders!