Discussion in 'Saltwater' started by JayB, Aug 31, 2009.
Great report; substance and form. Nicely written. :thumb:
Thanks for sharing!
And just how would they 'corral' those pinks? Use seahorses?
I dropped by last friday and took a little video with my phone. I don't know why but this guy left when I stopped the video and dialed Lance at WDFW who works the area. Maybe it was something I said.
pure balls, love that:thumb: pow
Paul, Giraldo Rivera's got nothing on you! I can't wait to see the sequel with that ass hat wearing some fine stainless steel jewelry. I think some film crew enforcement could be effective. Maybe they should get KOMO News out to catch the phantom shitters at the Skokomish too, catch them in the act of fouling the watershed.
Did your new poaching friend meet Lance?
That video is awesome. It is great to see that guy being called on his crap. Here is hoping he gets nailed.
more low quality video from the mouth (not mine this time)
yes those shapes that look maybe like fish are indeed part of the giant school, and the waves at the end...spooked by a seal. low res but you can get the idea.
Fished the Duwamish on the incoming and top of the outgoing tide today. Lots of fish. The crowds aren’t bad unless you go right down to the Spokane Street Bridge. Here are some images.
Thanks for this, some things are starting to make some sense (I've been fishing this run since 05). Now you've got me snooping around and in a '96 NOOA study I found this
"Pink salmon apparently occurred historically in the Green/Duwamish River system in Puget Sound; the Washington Department of Fisheries (WDF) (1916-64) reported these fish as very scarce in the Green River, and absent from Burns, Newaukum, Spaight, and Soos Creeks. The highest annual number of adult pink salmon observed in the Green River over the last several decades is 13."
Is there more information on how this went from 13 to today's numbers in a little more than a decade?
I'm pretty sure they just ask them nicely... It just goes to show how well I listened and/or bothered to ask questions. It's definitely something different then I thought when I first read this thread. ptyd
I'd hypothesize that with the overfishing of kings and silvers there is more spawing grounds available for the pinks to spawn in, though silvers in the Green river seem to be doing fine as it was legal to retain native silvers in parts of the river last year. Maybe there has just been more food available to pinks out in the ocean as they have been pretty much been flying under the radar with exception of us sport fisherman. No hard data to support any of this, just a guess.
Steffan- I vaguely remember hearing something of penned fish in the inner sound, though it was silvers, and was some sort of program from the aquarium iirc.
I also succumbed to temptation and returned to the Duwamish, this time *with* flies, and joined the mob at the mouth.
Most of us have had the experience of lashing away at the water while harboring doubts about whether or nor there are actually any fish present to observe and/or respond to our meticulously selected flies and thoughful presentations with a strike. We know what it's like to soldier on in defiance of probability, rationalizing away the potential futility with thoughts like "Well, I needed some casting practice," or "Hey - who knows, this might just help alleviate some of those carpal tunnel symptoms I've been having lately." Some even scrape the bottom of the desperation barrel with minor epiphanies like,"Wow - eight hours and that emergency wader repair I made with the wife's nail polish that I found under the seat is still holding. Amazing."
Not quite as many of us know what its like to retrieve a fly through literally thousands of fish with nary a strike. I find a spot to cast and lay the most effective pink fly I've got out there. One cast. Nada. Two casts. Zilch. Three casts...crickets chirping. By the time I get to ten casts, I'm in the throes of a full-on neurosis. "What's going on? Am I at the right depth? Should I vary my retrieve? Change colors? That guy with the bucket on the bank - why is he staring at me? I know my cast isn't exactly the prettiest what's the deal with the trainwreck-stare I'm getting. Why is he pointing in my direction and laughing into his cellphone? That seal over there...just hovering and looking at me...is that a smirk on his face?"
Finally, on something like the eleventh cast I got a courtesy strike from on of the gazillion fish swirling around me, and after a second fish a short time later a wave of "Hey - I *can* get laid in a whorehouse...." style relief washed over me. By the third fish I was starting to feel a tad guilty, and set off to find a spot with fewer folks and where the whole thing would feel a bit less shooting-fish-in-a-barrellish, even though I was still doing incredibly poorly given the gajillion fish in the area.
Why the fish are so stacked up there is still a bit of a mystery to me, as once you cross under the bridge and get into the Duwamish proper you go from the piscatorial equivalent of downtown Mumbai at rush hour to the high plains of outer Mongolia in nothing flat. Ten feet past the bridge - it's all quiet on the Western Front. I didn't see any sort of obstruction under the bridge, but I'm not ruling out magical forcefields.
All in all - quite an experience, catching wild salmon right next to supertankers laden with everything from outbound grain to inbound shipments of bearing 40 tons of "Billy Blanks' Extreme Ab-Lounger" from Shanghai. I'll probably run the gauntlet at least one more time before the party's over.
Reading this, and watching the snagger video starts to give me a bad feeling in my stomach.
I like catching them off the beaches, but once they are in the river I figure I will leave them alone, let them get up stream, get laid, and make a whole bunch more for me to catch in 2011.
First off, I love the video! That was awesome. What a jack ass. I saw a guy off Alki while I was there at the beach the other day fishing in the reserve area, as soon as I walked up to him he BOLTED, wouldn't even let me get a word in.
Second, does anyone else feel like fishing in a place like that where it's just stacked up, standing (or floating) alongside a million of other people kind of takes the "sport" out of it? Maybe it's just me, but where is the fun in that? There certainly can't be much of a sense of accomplishment in being able to catch fish there. You could probably give fly rod to a 5 year old who has never even held one before and he could land a few.