Went down early a.m. to a beach South of the Area 9 Shipwreck Sunday to placate the need to throw fly line, not expecting anything other than casting practise. Stupendous morning, with the light hitting the tip of the snow covered Olympics, less than 5 knot breeze assisting my casting. Nice to not need anything more than a light fleece Jacket. Picked up a nice little Searun pretty much right off-the-bat on a deer hair popper. Boohya! more than I expected. As the outgoing tide gradually picked up in earnest a seam developed off of the point, and several fish started feeding down stream from the current running over the point. The fish were snatching something from just below the surface, occasionally showing themselves out of the water. I went through a bunch of flies without success and with increasing exasperation until I started using a small silver tinsel with pink Euphasiid on an intermediate tip, drifting with the current into the feeding area, where I picked up 3 juvenile Coho's, one nice one about 16" to 18". They ignored everything else until I gave them what they wanted. I missed several good pokes too. It was not easy for me to get a good set drifting a sub-surface pattern due to the bow that forms slack between the floating running line and the intermediate tip. I think I need to get a full intermediate line to enable a better direct feel for the soft take. Splendid morning though. Simply the best way to start a Sunday I can think of.