Coho again?
Birhunter and I returned to the sea on Tuesday, to see if we could repeat the Coho slaugher of a few days prior. Small craft advisories were expected later in the day, so we put in just after dawn, and this time had to take somewhat of a beating to reach our coordinates. When we arrived, this time we were alone out there.
We got one double, and then one more strike, and that was it. All three fish got off. By 8:30 we were in dense fog and the wind and swell were both building, so we favored caution and headed for home. This was the first time I needed my GPS for anything other than locating a hole, and we would never have found the entrance without it We exited the fog bank, just as we reached Geribaldi; the first thing we saw out of the fog was the north jetti about 150yds off the port bow("gooooooood GPS!"). The coast guard was out there and had closed the bar to all small craft outgoing traffic. Kind of a bummer we got no fish, but I was happy to have been proven my self gutted and relaied hull....dont think my boat's sistership (the 'barge Pilar')could have done any better.
So early in the day, and with so much having been invested in the pursuit of seafood tenders, we decided to try the river. We went back to portland, put in at St. Johns, and hit the punch bowl (kelly point area). The tide was wrong, the wind was up, anchoring was a pain, and we only boated two fish. However, one of them was the thickest healthiest 43" keeper I've ever seen. When I butchered it, I discovered it had almost NO yellow fat on it. Cowlets smelt was the ticket, as usual.
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