Well after some trouble getting the boat to start we did not make it out Saturday. We had dead batteries after them sitting all winter on just a trickle charger. Finally Sunday we finally got after some Coho in the Sound. We left before first light on Sunday morning heading over across from Des Moines after spending Saturday night in the boats cabin at the marina. We fished there for a couple hours buck tailing flies looking for fish. After only seeing one of the down rigger crews catch one and no hits for us, we flipped a coin to decide to go either South or North. North won so we headed up to 3-tree point for a while. Fishing there was much the same and we saw only one fish boated by a kid and most likely the father. North was not producing so we headed down South to Redondo area. Here there seemed to at least be fish and I was seeing a Silver here and there rolling on the surface. Amie after getting up so early with me decided to take a nap in the cabin and the minute she laid down I got a hit on my rod. It was gone so fast I did not even have time to react. Most of the day we spent reeling in ever 5-10 minutes to get sea grass back off the flies which made buck tailing a lot of work. Man I need to tie up some bend backs before we go out again. Bend backs are not a cure all for keeping grass off buck tailed flies but it can help. I even caught a mass of grass so large it bent the 8-wt double. Then while Amie was sleeping, the big fish of the day hit. It quickly took out over 50 yards of line and I was screaming for her to get up so I could fight the fish while she steered the boat, before she did much more then roll over and say what, it was gone because I could not get a good hook set. The guys in a boat next to me at the time were laughing as I yelled for her to wake up and help. After having that big fish on I was shaking for the next 30 minutes. Who says Steelhead are the only fish to get your heart racing. Those two hits were the only ones for the day and Amie's rod never even got a look. We spent the whole day buck tailing and not casting because we never found any good schools of fish but just a single fish here and there rolling. Even though we never landed any fish all day we both had large grins on our face all day because we were finally back to doing whet we love the most. We pulled and cleaned the boat and trailer and put it back away, tired but happy once again. I now sit here at work more relaxed then I have in many months.