Pilar
06-22-2001, 08:59 PM
Happy to report an awesome day at church.
A few of my friends and I went to Newport to attend services at the church of the bent rod, Friday morning service.
We had quite an adventure and I'll give GPS #'s and some tech. after telling the story.
Mr. Fisherman and myself went down to the coast last night and a few times wondered if it was meant to be. After a late start we had a exploding tire drill and an encounter with law enforcement officials from Polk County. They took exception to the only operating tail light on my trailer.
We got out on the ocean about 6:30 and tossed crab gear. I headed straight to the Rock pile and the #'s that kicked so much butt last year.
We were all alone there, no birds, no boats, no salmon. Puffin began to hail me with every fish he hit, some 2 miles to the NW. I looked that way and saw the fleet. After an hour we finally hit a fish, a tiny 17" silver. We trolled 15 to 20 ft deep with little effect. The fish were there 20 to 30 ft down according to the fish TV but no luck.
I ran over to Puffins spot and watched as he hit his last silver. We dropped in and began to troll at 5 pulls. Bang, hit almost immediately. Dang it missed! Bang, hit again, Dang it missed! Then I remembered to gun the kicker on a strike. Bang, fish on!
Ray hit the first and second fish and was grinding me for lagging behind.
Puffin left to shift to the second targeted species, rockfish at a different part of the Rockpile. The bite went with him. Only a few halfhearted strikes and long periods of boredom. I hung around the fleet but did very little business.
Finally around 1 pm we decided to find the barn after a 3 fish day and do the crabbing thing. On the way in I had a flash of Deja Vu. There was a patch of slick water with several lesser Murres loafing around on it. This reminded me of last summer when I had seen the same thing. The birds were so fat they could barely fly. Full of feed and sitting on thier goldmine. A telltale for the observant.
I decided to stop and fish. 10 seconds after setting the downrigger to 30 ft it got nailed. The fish jumped clear of the water 3 or 4 ft. some 100 ft behind the boat. I watched in amazement as it peeled 50 then 100 ft of 8 lb line off my steelhead rod. We finally got the other gear out of the water and battled this crazed salmonoid. It came to the boat after jumping and cartwheeling, several searing runs and wouldn't you know it, too many fins.
What a rush!!
A few minutes later we bagged the last Silver and went in grinning ear to ear.
Go to Newport all ye faithful and get bit!
Can I get an amen?
A few of my friends and I went to Newport to attend services at the church of the bent rod, Friday morning service.
We had quite an adventure and I'll give GPS #'s and some tech. after telling the story.
Mr. Fisherman and myself went down to the coast last night and a few times wondered if it was meant to be. After a late start we had a exploding tire drill and an encounter with law enforcement officials from Polk County. They took exception to the only operating tail light on my trailer.
We got out on the ocean about 6:30 and tossed crab gear. I headed straight to the Rock pile and the #'s that kicked so much butt last year.
We were all alone there, no birds, no boats, no salmon. Puffin began to hail me with every fish he hit, some 2 miles to the NW. I looked that way and saw the fleet. After an hour we finally hit a fish, a tiny 17" silver. We trolled 15 to 20 ft deep with little effect. The fish were there 20 to 30 ft down according to the fish TV but no luck.
I ran over to Puffins spot and watched as he hit his last silver. We dropped in and began to troll at 5 pulls. Bang, hit almost immediately. Dang it missed! Bang, hit again, Dang it missed! Then I remembered to gun the kicker on a strike. Bang, fish on!
Ray hit the first and second fish and was grinding me for lagging behind.
Puffin left to shift to the second targeted species, rockfish at a different part of the Rockpile. The bite went with him. Only a few halfhearted strikes and long periods of boredom. I hung around the fleet but did very little business.
Finally around 1 pm we decided to find the barn after a 3 fish day and do the crabbing thing. On the way in I had a flash of Deja Vu. There was a patch of slick water with several lesser Murres loafing around on it. This reminded me of last summer when I had seen the same thing. The birds were so fat they could barely fly. Full of feed and sitting on thier goldmine. A telltale for the observant.
I decided to stop and fish. 10 seconds after setting the downrigger to 30 ft it got nailed. The fish jumped clear of the water 3 or 4 ft. some 100 ft behind the boat. I watched in amazement as it peeled 50 then 100 ft of 8 lb line off my steelhead rod. We finally got the other gear out of the water and battled this crazed salmonoid. It came to the boat after jumping and cartwheeling, several searing runs and wouldn't you know it, too many fins.
What a rush!!
A few minutes later we bagged the last Silver and went in grinning ear to ear.
Go to Newport all ye faithful and get bit!
Can I get an amen?