I got up early today and hit the beach at Picnic Point. I knew I was in trouble when the trucks were parked up and down the road leading to the gate. Yes, the pinks are in! Not so quick.:beathead: The entire line of water was covered with guys fishing elbow to elbow. So much for the serene setting of fly-fishing. And if a guy hooked one, then you could be sure that a gear guy would come and wedge in between. This kind of fishing is always hard on the soul. I heard that the pinks have been practically begging to be hooked. Who wouldn't want a piece of that? But today was a bit slower. I was with several friends who each caught one during three hours of fishing. But hookups were not prolific. No doubt, I will head down to shoulder my way in again in the coming days. But I know it won't be what I envision as my perfect day. Enjoy the fall that is right upon us.