I was out on the water at Kayak Point when the pinks were running. We were fishing a small bay just north of the park, and we saw a young boy catch one right off the beach.
We cast out toward him, and my buddy hooked up. It was fast and furious fishing for the next half hour. Now I understand why Pinks are likened to a pack of wolves. These fish were ravenous.
I was so excited that I forgot I had a fly rod, and spent the whole time with a big pink salmon jig on. Sigh.
In 2 years, I am going to keep my gear at home during the pink run.