Lincoln Park Report or "Hours of Boredom Interrupted by Periods of Sheer Excitement."
Four of us fished the incoming tide this morning from 6:30 to 1am1. There were only two gearfishers on the beach and one of them had a wriggling fresh-caught silver behind him. Soon, two more flyfishers and three more geartossers showed up to make a total of seven fishers on the beach.
A quarter hour later, I hooked an absolute monster coho. This baby hit like the proverbial freight train. It turned on the popper just short of the beach, wallowed while I set the hook, then tail-walked away in a wide sweeping semi-circle towards Vashon. It was a big strong fish that got into the backing three times after I had him to the beach. It also put on one of the best aerial shows I've had in a long time. But this one was not meant to be. On the fourth long run, it dove deep, twisted and came unbuttoned.
For the next two hours, my lost fish was the topic of conversation on the beach. All in all, four of us turned ten fish on poppers while the gearboys hooked and landed one. At 9:30, I hooked one of about five pounds that charged the fly as if it was his last meal.
Sounds awesome. With the M's on the edge, I'm glad someone's getting hits in the clutch!
Wow! makes me shake even as I sit here. I'd say Leland has the Mojo and the M's are toast!
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