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dozer365
Hit some coastal streams out of the tillamook area Friday and struggled. I started with marabou jigs and spoons. I saw fish in a few runs and used a stealthy approach. No takers. I worked my way around and ended up rethinking my presentations. I tied up a "pink wolly bugger" and added some water based kreel scent. Second cast. Bobber down. Landed a small hatchery winter buck. Bout time. It is the first winter of the season for me. Stopped at a bridge on the Wilson on the way home. Ran down (literally) cuz I was running late for honey do's. Anyway. Firstcast bobber goes sideways. I lift up and a big! Fish flashes and tug head shake slack. !??! Broke my leader mid way between my knots. Duh!
I hadn't rerigged since landing that last fish. I sprinted back up to my truck. Tied up to more jigs and went back to the same clay seam and cast in expecting a take.... Nothing. Went up river a bit worked a few mid stream boulders and nothing.....
As I worked the shore line, I made my way back toward my truck content with 2 hook ups in 20 min running the "worm". But as I reached that little clay ledge I made a few cast about 5 feet off the bank into crystal clear water, running about 3 feet deep. I could see my worm floating just off the bottom. Looked great. So I held my bobber at the edge of an eddy right by my feet and watched my bobber get pulled under!!! Literally 4 feet from me a fish ripped that worm. I set the hook and it ran. Made a few jumps and ran at my feet. I made a rookie mistake and let pressure of my rod tip when I reached to tail it. Since I didn't know if it was a native or not I didn't want to beach it... Anyway.... Fish rolled and spit my jig.
I fished about 20 yards down stream of this bridge and against the far bank next to a undercut bank and a log had another very brief hook up with a steel that jumped and threw the jig at me. I had to cut myself off. I was already running about 2 hours late. Yikes!!! I'm lucky to have a woman who understands my addiction.
I wish I would have tried that worm earlier in the day. I think I might well have had 2-3 more fish on in the holes where I'd blanked with hardware and marabou jigs. Still not a bad day considering a lot of guys are having a hard time hookin up one fish.
I hadn't rerigged since landing that last fish. I sprinted back up to my truck. Tied up to more jigs and went back to the same clay seam and cast in expecting a take.... Nothing. Went up river a bit worked a few mid stream boulders and nothing.....
As I worked the shore line, I made my way back toward my truck content with 2 hook ups in 20 min running the "worm". But as I reached that little clay ledge I made a few cast about 5 feet off the bank into crystal clear water, running about 3 feet deep. I could see my worm floating just off the bottom. Looked great. So I held my bobber at the edge of an eddy right by my feet and watched my bobber get pulled under!!! Literally 4 feet from me a fish ripped that worm. I set the hook and it ran. Made a few jumps and ran at my feet. I made a rookie mistake and let pressure of my rod tip when I reached to tail it. Since I didn't know if it was a native or not I didn't want to beach it... Anyway.... Fish rolled and spit my jig.
I fished about 20 yards down stream of this bridge and against the far bank next to a undercut bank and a log had another very brief hook up with a steel that jumped and threw the jig at me. I had to cut myself off. I was already running about 2 hours late. Yikes!!! I'm lucky to have a woman who understands my addiction.
I wish I would have tried that worm earlier in the day. I think I might well have had 2-3 more fish on in the holes where I'd blanked with hardware and marabou jigs. Still not a bad day considering a lot of guys are having a hard time hookin up one fish.
