My friend and I made it out on the Hood Canal for a late morning to afternoon sea run fishing. We got there just after high tide and fished until a couple of hours before the low. The best fishing was a couple hours before the low. We used a variety of flies. My friend was using an intermediate and I was using a dry line. Since the tide was on the high side, the intermediate did the job better than the dry line today. (Not counting he’s a better fisherman than I, but, we both have our days!) We caught a variety of sizes up to a couple of 18 inchers, and number of 16’s, 14’s, and on down. My friend was using a small pink marabou clouser and some flatwings later on. My Popsicle Stick didn’t pay off today, so I finally switched to a number of different flies and picked up a number of smaller fish. My friend landed a nice 18” cutt. I landed a nice 16” a little while later. I don’t normally catch the ebb at the top of the tide, but have always had better luck at the last 2-3 hours before low. About this time my friend and I separated on the beach one on one side of the point and the other way on the other side. The magic hour arrived. I started poking fish and a few fish were showing on the surface. I landed several fish and missed a couple of heavy slashes. I put on an old beat up marabou squid pattern and not long afterward hooked up with a hard heavy strike. She leaped out of the water and I got a good look at her. Big. I would guess a good 20” range and fat. The fight lasted maybe a minute with another monster leap of 3 feet or better twisting and rolling at the same time. After the leap and a second later she threw the fly in my face. A deserved escape from DFL. Darn. In the meantime, I was wondering what my friend was doing on the other side of the beach. I walked over and he said, “I hope your fishing turned on as mine did while you were gone.” “Yup”, I said. He landed something like 7 fish and one at 18” and lost another pig. It was a good day, and I have a slight sunburn. I got to see a Kingfisher and watched and listened to the Loon nearby. What more can you ask for?