Started the day off at 5 am this morning for my first official trip to the coast:dance:. I was up for as long as it takes to throw an alarm clock across the room, then immediatly fell back to sleep. Woke back up at 8 for a second try. At this point I decided I didn't want to have to drive all the way to the trask and freeze my butt off, so I figured i'd give the clack a shot. On my way to the clack I decided it probably wouldn't be worth it to walk all the way to my winter steel spot, so I drove past and wen't up to Eagle Creek to chase the few late summers that are in there. I had planned on going to the hatchery holes to target the summers, but I didn't want to drive all the way up there so I wen't lower. At 10am I finally get to the water, and what do ya know there's a pair of nickle bright winters waiting for me at the tailout of the first run I come to:dance:. I spooked them at first, but luckily they stayed in the tailout and didn't continue downriver. I hooked the hen right off the bat, but she spit my fly after a quick deathroll. About 40 minutes latter I hook into the buck and after a pretty tense and exciting fight I get him to the bank and bonk him:dance:. Looks like this might be a pretty good year for winters.