Lincoln Park Revisited

Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by miyawaki, Sep 19, 2003.

  1. miyawaki

    miyawaki Active Member

    Nov 29, 2002
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    Kent, Washington, USA.
    I hit the beach in the dark at 5:30am. This morning was totally different than yesterday's. I wanted to fish the incoming tide in the dark and would have if only the wind were either not blowing or at least coming over my left shoulder instead of my right. No way was I going to let that #2 Gamakatsu get near my head – so I sat down and lit a cigar and waited in the rainy dark until I could at least see my fly to duck as it flew by.

    Sure enough, the rain lessened and the wind died as the sun continiued to rise. Once again, there were no signs of fish. I blind cast over and over as I worked the beach hoping that my popper would attract any hungry coho in the vicinity. It wasn't long before a small school moved through and in quick succession, I hooked a fish and one of my buddies, Brian had a big boil on his popper. My fish was about 4-5 pounds and simply wallowed and twisted at the beach. It never took out any line and I slid it onto the beach after about 30 seconds. I released it thinking I would get my dinner fish a bit later. Brian thought I should have removed it from the gene pool.

    Pretty soon, a few other flyfishers showed up and we all flogged the water into a froth. I had two more follows and hung around until 11am when I caught one of 2-3 pounds. Dinner at last.