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well, after not being able to get on the water for the past 2 weeks due to a series of disastrous events at work, i got this insistent pm from metalmania stating that we HAD to go fishing and he ain't taking 'no' for an answer...
so we met up this morning just before sunrise at dabney state park and proceeded to the fishing spot a few minutes away.
the sun was barely visible when we arrived at the first riffles. so we started throwing some spinners for nada. then we moved down a bit to this hole where we switched over to drifting. metalmania was drifting his freshly cured coho eggs... a few casts into it - fish on! then almost as quickly - fish off! it didn't stick.
okay... let's do this again... couple of casts... WHAMO! he had another fish on, followed almost immediately by #@$#%@$#... okay, so no fish again.
rebait, recast... still shaking his head in disbelief... suddenly, we saw a coho roll in front of us. but wait, this fish had a line attached to it... oh, oh, it's a real "fish on". and this one got to the bank - a clipped jack, which was promptly bonked.
we saw this as a sign - a good sign.
so we fished a bit more, but the action died. decided to move a bit upriver to try a different hole instead. from our vehicles, we could see the unmistakable swirls of rolling fish... oh yeah, this hole definitely looked fishy... so we fished it.
nothing much was happening until metalmania tied on a pink colored bell bodied spinner and chucked it right by a mess of soaked timber at the far bank. his first cast with the spinner, and yes, you guessed it - fish on, again. but, alas, it was one of those that was instantly followed by @##^#^&$.
i was thinking to myself as i was watching all this while reeling in the spinner i've been throwing - "first cast, and he got bit. well, if only something would bite my..."
my thoughts were cut short by the sudden absence of the rhythmic thumping of my spinner's blade, followed by a series of not so rhythmic tugging at the end of my line as i raised my rod like i always do when i think i'm snagged. but this was no snag - FISH ON!!!!
"It's not a small one," i said, and m.m. was already on the net poised by the bank. he was pumped, i was pumped. the fish was pulling drag, and when it stopped, i could barely coax it in. the excitement was fierce - could this be it? could this be the fish that would commit the crime?
"bring him to the net... can you bring him in? that's it... oh! oh! yeah!"
and with that, we landed it... and just like that...
THE SKUNK IS DEAD!!!!!
after nine months of skunkage every weekend, on this, the fourth day of the month of october in the year two thousand and nine, the ninja has slain the skunk forever in the pacific northwest... with a nasty looking fall chinook.
sorry for the long post, but it was an epic moment. and i want to thank metalmania for his insistence that we go fishing today.
the homicide was complete, and no fish were harmed in the act.
oh, and we want to dedicate this shot to kodiak...
so we met up this morning just before sunrise at dabney state park and proceeded to the fishing spot a few minutes away.
the sun was barely visible when we arrived at the first riffles. so we started throwing some spinners for nada. then we moved down a bit to this hole where we switched over to drifting. metalmania was drifting his freshly cured coho eggs... a few casts into it - fish on! then almost as quickly - fish off! it didn't stick.
okay... let's do this again... couple of casts... WHAMO! he had another fish on, followed almost immediately by #@$#%@$#... okay, so no fish again.
rebait, recast... still shaking his head in disbelief... suddenly, we saw a coho roll in front of us. but wait, this fish had a line attached to it... oh, oh, it's a real "fish on". and this one got to the bank - a clipped jack, which was promptly bonked.
we saw this as a sign - a good sign.
so we fished a bit more, but the action died. decided to move a bit upriver to try a different hole instead. from our vehicles, we could see the unmistakable swirls of rolling fish... oh yeah, this hole definitely looked fishy... so we fished it.
nothing much was happening until metalmania tied on a pink colored bell bodied spinner and chucked it right by a mess of soaked timber at the far bank. his first cast with the spinner, and yes, you guessed it - fish on, again. but, alas, it was one of those that was instantly followed by @##^#^&$.
i was thinking to myself as i was watching all this while reeling in the spinner i've been throwing - "first cast, and he got bit. well, if only something would bite my..."
my thoughts were cut short by the sudden absence of the rhythmic thumping of my spinner's blade, followed by a series of not so rhythmic tugging at the end of my line as i raised my rod like i always do when i think i'm snagged. but this was no snag - FISH ON!!!!
"It's not a small one," i said, and m.m. was already on the net poised by the bank. he was pumped, i was pumped. the fish was pulling drag, and when it stopped, i could barely coax it in. the excitement was fierce - could this be it? could this be the fish that would commit the crime?
"bring him to the net... can you bring him in? that's it... oh! oh! yeah!"
and with that, we landed it... and just like that...
THE SKUNK IS DEAD!!!!!
after nine months of skunkage every weekend, on this, the fourth day of the month of october in the year two thousand and nine, the ninja has slain the skunk forever in the pacific northwest... with a nasty looking fall chinook.
sorry for the long post, but it was an epic moment. and i want to thank metalmania for his insistence that we go fishing today.
the homicide was complete, and no fish were harmed in the act.
oh, and we want to dedicate this shot to kodiak...
ray:. Next time we'll get some clippers, and maybe i'll actually get something bigger than a jack to the bank.
