Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington
OCTOBER


Fishing for Jacks this time of year can be quite productive on the South Fork of the Nehalem!

 

Jennie's Fishing Life

FISHING THE COAST

A journal of my adventures.


 

Oct. 2nd!

October!
I let the chickens out every day at about 4 in the afternoon. I hear the coyotes in the forest around me. Darned if those roosters don't keep calling to them. They do their rooster crow and I keep imagining them saying..."Well, come get me!", in that rooster-rhythm call. Talk about a meal waiting to happen.
O.K., so I hear weird things out of things that don't speak. I also hear the river saying...." I am full of fish!" Soon I will answer it's call.
Bill has the raft almost ready and I am typing like mad. He has a way of all the sudden jumping in the truck with no warning. The only warning I get is the motor revving up in impatience. I am watching the truck door!
"Ginger", who used to be "Perch", the kitten, is doing well! At arrival she was a mere 9 ounces. Now she weighs in at 28! Wow! She's a keeper! The darned cutest, sweetest cat I've ever owned.
The funny thing though, that kind of saddens me, is that Jack the cat is ticked off. Jealous, I suppose. He hadn't sat on my lap until last night since the day I got Ginger. Last night, briefly, he tried to make up with me. I was so relieved. Cats have feelings too, you know.
On that subject, I wish to thank Steelhead Steve for sending in 25.00 to help with Ginger's care. Wow! That was unexpected! Thanks, Steve! And by the way, yes, it is helping. With a $56.00 startup fee, and then distemper shots, in which I had to rush her in after hours later due to an allergic reaction.... "Hey! Look at that free cat along the road.........." Yeah. At three months, more shots, then to spay... then...?$?$
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I'm back! Yes, the truck started to rev, and I had to run!
The South Fork of the Nehalem was absolutely fantastic fun today! Sadly, I do think that the best day was yesterday, so if you missed it, you missed it. Bill talked to one guy whose boat caught 20 fish yesterday. 5 casts in a row with 5 Chinook. I guess it was as good as it gets!
Today we didn't do so badly either, and I think I will thank Marie at Tillamook Bait for that.
We took along a bottle of her new Shrimp Scent, and by golly, what do you know? We caught FISH!!!!
Fished Mohler Sand and Gravel down to Roy Creek. At the sand and gravel hole I got two beautiful jacks.. (Pictures soon!) One was 21 inches and fat, and one 20 inches. What nice fish! Then Bill turned on with a nice 12 Lb buck. After that, a lovely silver jack. We released all but the Chinook jacks.
We soaked our eggs in that shrimp scent, and every time we did... Bingo! When we didn't, no fish. Try it, you'll like it!
Bill asked me to clean the fish while he hiked back to get the rig. Fine, I thought... with what,? Bill disappeared over the hill with the only knife. All I had were the egg cutting scissors... Oh well, it worked!
I am a river bum. I love bobber fishing. I love steelhead. I loved sitting in the raft waiting for Bill to return with the trailer, screeching hawks circling overhead. I just love the coastal rivers. I just do.

Oct. 5th

There is a stillness to Fall. Quiet shadows creep from the trees, longer and longer each day. Soon this canyon will not see the sun all day long.
The house is quiet now, like the season. I had too much to do to join Bill fishing this morning. He's headed out to the jaws, and I am headed straight into the jaws of a long list of 'to do's'.
Somehow this quiet makes me want to just sit on the porch, with a cup of coffee, and watch the birds.
The motivation to diminish this list is minuscule. I want to walk outside to rustle up the grasses that lie still as I make my way to the river. To fish the deep pool that only three days ago was rushing with the promise of winter. The hole now mirrors the reflection of the windless trees.
All is calm, all is bright.
The sun lacks ambition in these post summer days. So lazy it doesn't even bring the warmth that it did in summer. It just hangs there in the sky, too dim to outweigh the shadows. Too weak to warm the waters. The winds and rains will conquer it soon, covering it in a mass of clouds, washing away it's memory in torrents of rain.
To every season...
Now the season is here to send David to outdoor school. This means relentless marking of socks, packing sleeping rolls, signing forms. Cold nights in open air cabins mean the need for a stocking cap to wear in his sleep. Cold mornings.. I am thankful for my warm bed!
I think I might have time to fish sometime today, somewhere... but only if I stop staring out my window and dreaming.
The excuse I gave at Memaloose yesterday was... "...Doctor says I shouldn't risk my health by fighting one of these huge salmon... You go ahead, I'll just pretend to fish!" That has worked for over a week now, but let me tell you.... I think I am ready to risk all now! Give me that darn fish!
My day will come....
Until then, I will routinely check off tasks that are laid out on the sheet of paper in front of me.
The house is quiet enough for me to focus on my work. I should be able to work unbothered. Dust, vacuum, laundry, web work, bills....
The out of doors, however, is so quiet that it is calling me. "Come stir the trees, move the high grasses, make ripples appear on that body of water!"
And please Dear Lord....out of that calm, still water, show me signs of a salmon... patiently waiting in that deep pool for those rains that will let him continue his journey....
Unless I catch him first.

Oct. 7th

"I won't get to fish until Monday.." I whined to Bill, looking at my schedule for the entire weekend.
"Will you miss anything?" This was his fishing forecast for the immediate future.
I guess not. Still waiting for rain, still watching the fish checkers as they report very few fish caught.
I have seen some beauties come out of the rivers. I know the rivers are full of them, but lock jaw seems to prevail.
There are a few extra lucky anglers out there that tagged out for the week. I wasn't one of them!
The rain will arrive on Sunday... or Monday... or??? The weather forecasters keep putting it off.
The Columbus Day storm happened October 12th. Can you imagine? It could happen! A big storm where everything changes! Let's not hope for that disastrous event, but a nice fall storm....anticipation!!!!
I put up a picture of my jack salmon on the October page. I was one happy girl!
Off to Seaside for the weekend. Orthodontist appointments and jobs to play. Maybe a little fun at the arcades with the kids in between.
I'll keep a watchful eye on the Necanicum, maybe also a drive to my jack hole.
My adult cat Jack is back to being friendly to me, and believe it or not, likes the kitty! They play together, and provide hours of entertainment for us as we sit down to watch T.V. at night! They are so cute together!
Everyone is getting along, the cats and the dog.
Hope you have a great weekend. Beat the odds... Catch a biggie!
Anyone interested in a pro active Ifish event, let me know.. I will do my best to get the news out and encourage people to attend. We do have the power of quite a few numbers. Let's use it.

Oct. 9th

I woke this morning to a loud clap of thunder. I love/hate thunder! I have heard that fish bite when there is thunder. Is it true? So many theories.. Does the bite go off in an East Wind?
I'm going to explore the Kilchis today with Bill. Take cutthroat gear and maybe bobbers for anything roaming around that is larger!
I am all ready to take David off to camp. Oh, and what awful weather. Will I receive a call mid week that he wants to come home? I don't know. Two years ago, maybe... Now he is older, wiser, tougher..... Doesn't need me so much. I kind of like that, I kind of miss his dependence on me.
It is just pouring outside, with frequent jolts of lightning. I know I am not supposed to be on the computer, but I wanted to write. If I go up in blue smoke, I guess this won't be posted!
"Computer/fishing addict gets struck by lightning... news clip at 11:00"...
Off I go... Have a great day!
I am convinced that this is the weather system that will bring fish... Right?!?!

Oct. 11th

I decorated the house yesterday for Halloween. Scary masks cover my outdoor lights, and pumpkin stickers on my windows. I usually start this activity earlier. I am late this year. Rain and wind storms usually motivate my indoor Fall displays with large maple leaves and Indian corn. I fill baskets that I randomly place on table tops, celebrating life, celebrating Fall. The leaves I needed are laying at the bottom of deep holes in the river. I am too late this year.
Yesterday I felt I had time to explore the river. I pulled on my neoprenes and my wading boots and started across the Kilchis River. The canyon was calm and quiet, the river low and clear. I crossed the river as easily as in the summer, clad in waders rather than rafting sandals. This is October. Mid October, minus the rains, minus the fall river levels, minus the swirl of leaves falling all around me. The chinook are late. Did they forget the season?
The tidewater of the coastal streams still hold large numbers of searun cutthroat trout. They haven't come upstream to lie in the deep pools, as my fishing calendar indicates they did last year. Cutthroat go upstream this time of year. The cutthroat are late. Did they forget the season?
Later in the day a drive to town impressed me. Bare dirt exposed, reflecting the golden leaves of the few remaining trees that clung to their leaves.They are patiently waiting. These trees have not forgotten the season. When the winds come, they will shed. They insist on waiting for the big fall storms to celebrate the Fall Season.
I have come to an age where the change of the season brings a certain degree of melancholy, no matter how much I enjoy the season. In their beauty, I still see the changes as the passing of time.
Somehow I feel that Fall is resisting this year. It hasn't forgotten. It is just holding out, helping us to stretch our time here on earth. In this day of immediate gratification not many things require patience. Bill is pacing the floor waiting for the duck lake to fill, I am pacing the floor waiting for the chinook to arrive. Waiting for the rain.
Mother Nature is teaching us once again....
Be patient! Slow down! Enjoy where you are right now. Languish in the stillness! I will bring you fish. You must wait, and enjoy what I have for you now, right at this very moment.

Oct. 13th

Mid August I walked into Tillamook Bait Shop and Marie was all excited... "It's going to rain! A big, no nonsense rain storm!!!"
Since then we have been promised many of these rainstorms that just haven't produced!. Again today, I look at the forecast and see rain predicted....Will it really happen? Real rain? Is fishing really going to start???
I am beginning to be negative here, Ladies and Gents... I have a room mate walking around the house saying... "OK, I'm done, I'm going duck hunting until steelhead season."
Oh My! Please, somebody, bring chinook into my dreams! Let me hope!
Talked to R.T. yesterday and he brought a little cheer into my day. Filled my ears with promise of the real thing. He spoke of November and December Chinook fishing in tidewater, and in the bubble of Tillamook Bay... There is hope, he insisted.
Yet the question remains in my mind, did the floods of 96 impact us? This badly? Or.... indeed, are they just late, like everything else this year?
Exciting news! (Dang, I could use some...) Everyone knows The Guides Forecast provides excellent fishing reports. Now they are offering a really cool contest that requires your subscription asap! New subscribers click here to win a free trip and be on television!
It is raining. We have had .95 inches of rain since 6 last night. Keep an eye on the Kilchis Canyon Weather Station (our very own!) for every three hour updates. Let me know if you want me to change it to two hour intervals.
OK, I am on pessimistically optimistic chinook alert.
Stand by for hookup....10, 9, 8.....

Oct. 15th

Whoo hoo!! Talked to Steve Koler at the car wash today and he reports today as the best day of the season out behind the South Jetty! He said over 50 fish were taken! Wow! You just can't predict when these fish will hit, so you have to be prepared every single darn day! Get out there!
Of course, with the number of boats Andrew counted at the Ghost hole, (over 80) that might have something to do with the success rate. Wonder what the catch-per-boat estimate was.
Also checked into the 5th street boat ramp on the Trask and it was packed. No good fishing reports from that area as of yet. I'd love to hear one though, if you can provide it!
I may fish the South Fork of the Nehalem tomorrow, although the river level is only 1.8 according to Jim Erickson. The deluxe boat drag... Maybe Memaloose... Maybe since the fish are out in the ocean, we'll get some rain to bring the fish into the tidewater... and then..... Look out! Jennie on the river bank with her new fishing cat!
Ginger is simply adorable. I love this kitty!!! She makes me smile so many times a day that I can't complain about any vet bills! She is sweet, loving, and softly playful! I took her for a walk along the river today, stuffed inside my shirt with her head poking out. She rides around on my shoulders most of the day and my back is sore from trying to balance her! Something about some animals.... But this cat and I connect!
Anyway, I have worked this weekend, and now I am darn ready to play. And play I will.... Time to hook a nook.

Oct. 16th

Fishstock 2000 memories!

Oct. 17th

A very good friend of mine is doing web work for fabs.org and they have some really neat outdoors gifts for the sportsman. Please support them and ifish, and shop online at www.fabs.org!
Last year we had two chum salmon on the beach spawned out. Bill can remember years when the whole beach was covered. The chum run isn't what it used to be, and I hope things improve soon!
I tell ya, between Bill Hedlund expert guiding, Tim Juarez' special spinner, Marie's special shrimp scent, and Marty Peterson's encouragement, you would think I could get a fish on my line!
Nope! Marty said I had to keep being positive, so all day long I nodded my head up and down and repeated, " I am going to catch a chinook!" (My neck is sore.) Tim gave me yet another beautiful lime green spinner. ( I used it all day!) I used Marie's shrimp scent that everyone else is catching fish with! (I still smell good enough for a salmon to bite!) Bill... dear, sweet, very patient Bill.... agreed to keep on trying for me! (I wonder when he will give up on me??)
I have come to the conclusion that it is a conspiracy. I caught so many fish as a bank angler that they all got together and put me in a boat just to save the species. It's working!
Tis the season and I have swollen glands, a fever, and should be in bed. I am not a good sick patient. What can I accomplish being sick? Deny! (sniffle...) Nothing chocolate cake won't fix.
Anyway, off I go, have a great day, catch a fish for me... I sure can't!
P.S., I am now using Paypal for ordering of decals. Try it! This service was introduced to me by Marie at Tillamook bait. She is also accepting it for orders of shrimp scent and bait. It's a neat service, try it! You must become a member for it to work, but it's kind of neat!

Oct. 19th

Caught me a nook! Yay! It was great morning aerobics at the Trask yesterday! and..... there is a storm coming in!

Statement as of 4:30 am PDT on October 19, 2000 ...Strong Storm System To Bring Winds To The Coast And Lowering Snow Levels To The Cascades Of North Oregon And South Washington... A strong storm system will bring strong winds to the coasts of northern Oregon and southern continues here..
Anyway, fun times on the coast... Tis the season, and it's about darn time.
I am going to call John Casteel (ODFW STEP biologist) about adopting a river and planting salmon carcasses for smolt treats. We could call it Carcass for Christmas??!! Ifish people unite! See the Discussion Board for a discussion and participation and progress of this event. Thanks to ZaQ for the idea.
The world outside is still. The calm before the storm. Will there really be a storm this time? Are the fish on their way? Why, of course they are!
Get out on the water! (Or stay on the bank like me!)
The kids and I are going to start a tradition that I read about on the net. We are going to anonymously "Boo" a house or two. You place a bag of candy on their doorstep and a sign for their door with instructions that they must "Boo" two other houses. Fun!

Oct. 20th

Can you say..... Storm fizzle?
.10 inches of rain and a gust of wind that nearly toppled trees..... 26mph. I am miffed! Where oh where are the fall storms????

Oct. 21st

Never mind that I have a whole stretch of river bank to fish. I need to fish the other side!
My bobber floats down the current, mid stream, and my arm is suspended high. I am trying to avoid a large belly in my line. I mend it, but am unable to reach that pocket that must hold thousands of big lunker chinook. They are just out of my reach. Plans run through my head... the canoe! I could put the canoe in, run over there, sit on that rock and then I would be into these fish!
The fish may not even be there, but my imagination insists they are.
They are there, therefore I am not.
The canoe might be dangerous, I tell myself... I have kids who care, ("My Mommy drowned trying to get those fish") and besides, how would I haul that 50 lb chinook back to home base? My mind races with possibilities, scenarios.
Back to the garage to get the side planer. This is my canoe, my poor mans drift boat. Thirty minutes at my kitchen table, reading and building my weapon of choice, I head out to experiment.
It's like learning to fly a kite. Constant maneuvering, constant attention paid to which currents are swift enough to carry my lure, and yet deep enough to hold the weight off the bottom. I will get to that magic fish producer over there. I am an addict desperate for a fix.
Two hours, and two aching arms later, I know. I must get the canoe. Yeah, sure, the side planer got me over there, but the fish need bait. Eggs and shrimp, not a wobbler. (A spinner, not a herring. Eggs, not shrimp. The Wilson, not the Trask...A drift rig, not a bobber...) Those fish are still there, those magic, invisible fish that are eluding me. They eluded me the whole of Chinook season on the Kilchis last year. This year I cannot let that happen. My fish ego will die.
My fitful sleep was full of ideas last night. I did trouble shooting in my mind.
Bill could get out the drift boat and give me a ride. "Please, Bill.... to the other side". He will comply, but will he remember I am there? Will he begin mowing the lawn, the last of the late summer growth, become absorbed in his chore list and forget me? Would darkness come and I would be lost in the forest? The fish I caught become bait for the bears to come get me? Or would he see me catch those fish, become green with envy and purposely leave me there? Would some friendly drift boat-passer by have mercy on me and let me hitch a ride?
"Let's give that poor girl with those big fish a ride home." I don't think so. It's hard to play innocent girl on the other side of the river when you have a limit of fresh, chrome chinook.
I do know, if I could only get to the other side of the river, life would be good again. Salmon would be dancing on my line, cast after cast. Dream upon dreams will be made.
From my standing place on the bank, I stare past the waters that hold me back as effectively as a bull in a meadow. That moss covered rock over there, where I would lay out my tackle and bask in the dim winter sun. The dark, green, depths of chinook holding water, so close to me that I could reach out and touch the backs of those silver flashes in the water.
The grass is always greener, the river always more full of fish... if I could only get to the other side.

 

Oct. 25th
Jennie caught a Fall Nook!

Need I say more?

O.K., I will!
I fished the South Fork of the Nehalem yesterday. Bill got us into some really nice fish!
We fished bobbers with eggs and shrimp. Try Marie's shrimp scent, it really works! In fact, I recommend taking a bath in it before you leave home!
We fished about 9 feet down in a slow, deep current below Mohler Sand and Gravel. It wasn't like the fishing was hot that day. Most people had caught silver jacks, and we had seen several darkies rolling around. We just got lucky!
I have some wonderful eggs to cure up, or Bill does, anyway.... we are smoking some fish today and preparing some for dinner. The meat in this fish is just beautiful, she was covered with sea lice! I'm a happy, renewed fishing gal!
Plus, Bill let me row the drift boat! Through rapids no less! O.K., nothing whitewater or anything, but I didn't mess up the boat!
We had a wonderful day, the boat was stocked with candy from the neighborhood "Boo!", the weather was dandy, and the fish were cooperating. What more could you ask for???

 

Oct. 27th

Big winds, I heard, are forecast for the Hedlund's! I heard it on the radio. This is the home of William Hedlund. Does that mean our house only? O.K., maybe they meant the head lands, but they darn sure said Hedlunds. I like that better. A large local storm that sends drift boats, trampolines, and the remaining fall leaves swirling over our house only! I feel like I'm in the Wizard of OZ! Especially after reading the creative writings of the Discussion Board. Anything goes...
There is a large storm forecast, and yes, you people down and up the coast get to be in on it too. Read here.
Fall, or maybe even winter, is in the air. But the season seems not quite sure of itself. By mid day, I find myself stripping off sweaters, and wondering why it is so warm out. A muggy, kind of inconsistency with the cold, damp mornings, that had forced me to turn up the heater.
Some creature of Mother Natures has taken a deep breath, and swallowed up most all of the summer air, but can't seem to hold it throughout the day.
Pollenia rudis. I'm so relieved that's not a dirty word. They are cluster flies, that have gone into hiding for winter, but yet come to the warmth of my windows by the hundreds during the muggy afternoons. We are often bothered by the appearance of these sluggish flies in late winter and early spring. These flies are not breeding in the home and constitute no health hazard. They quickly die and land in my bathtub, on my window sills, and on the floor. They drive me crazy, yet I know to expect them this time of year.
I just keep the vacuum cleaner constantly on alert and add this to my daily chore list.
Our juncos are back, along with towhees, and one band tailed pigeon. One silly pigeon. who sits in the yard. He just sits there, until one of my banty chickens scares him off.
I stare out at the barren trees that reveal surprising red spots! What are they? Sapsuckers! Northern Flickers!
At 7:37 A.M. the sky is dark yet, with an eerie calm that warns of the upcoming storm. It is quiet, and still.
Three deer cautiously approach out of the low hanging fog. They nibble at the new growth of the cottonwood trees, then proceed to my driveway. Are they enticed and lured by the falling apples under the trees? Will they come into my yard?
The woodstove crackles so loud that I think it may scare them!
Summer frolic in the cold river is long gone now, and winter is bringing it's magic all around me. The trees are almost bare. The chinook salmon, the steelhead, all of the fish are waiting patiently to come visit me.
Winter stands still and strong over the Northwest. Soon it will bring rain and wind over the Hedlund's.
I heard it on the radio.

Oct. 27th

Big winds, I heard, are forecast for the Hedlund's! I heard it on the radio. This is the home of William Hedlund. Does that mean our house only? O.K., maybe they meant the head lands, but they darn sure said Hedlunds. I like that better. A large local storm that sends drift boats, trampolines, and the remaining fall leaves swirling over our house only! I feel like I'm in the Wizard of OZ! Especially after reading the creative writings of the Discussion Board. Anything goes...
There is a large storm forecast, and yes, you people down and up the coast get to be in on it too. Read here.
Fall, or maybe even winter, is in the air. But the season seems not quite sure of itself. By mid day, I find myself stripping off sweaters, and wondering why it is so warm out. A muggy, kind of inconsistency with the cold, damp mornings, that had forced me to turn up the heater.
Some creature of Mother Natures has taken a deep breath, and swallowed up most all of the summer air, but can't seem to hold it throughout the day.
Pollenia rudis. I'm so relieved that's not a dirty word. They are cluster flies, that have gone into hiding for winter, but yet come to the warmth of my windows by the hundreds during the muggy afternoons. We are often bothered by the appearance of these sluggish flies in late winter and early spring. These flies are not breeding in the home and constitute no health hazard. They quickly die and land in my bathtub, on my window sills, and on the floor. They drive me crazy, yet I know to expect them this time of year.
I just keep the vacuum cleaner constantly on alert and add this to my daily chore list.
Our juncos are back, along with towhees, and one band tailed pigeon. One silly pigeon. who sits in the yard. He just sits there, until one of my banty chickens scares him off.
I stare out at the barren trees that reveal surprising red spots! What are they? Sapsuckers! Northern Flickers!
At 7:37 A.M. the sky is dark yet, with an eerie calm that warns of the upcoming storm. It is quiet, and still.
Three deer cautiously approach out of the low hanging fog. They nibble at the new growth of the cottonwood trees, then proceed to my driveway. Are they enticed and lured by the falling apples under the trees? Will they come into my yard?
The woodstove crackles so loud that I think it may scare them!
Summer frolic in the cold river is long gone now, and winter is bringing it's magic all around me. The trees are almost bare. The chinook salmon, the steelhead, all of the fish are waiting patiently to come visit me.
Winter stands still and strong over the Northwest. Soon it will bring rain and wind over the Hedlund's.
I heard it on the radio.

Oct. 28th

It must be an amazingly difficult thing to do, to forecast the weather. There was no storm! Our rain gauge is at .72 inches of rain, we have sunshine here in the Kilchis Valley. The river is up slightly, but no flood.... there is a flood warning too! Hmmmm.. . Do I believe it?
This is a great pic, and I love it when women catch fish independently! YAY!

I'm going fishin...

Oct. 30th

It's that 'night before Christmas' feeling that keeps me on edge all Fall. I go to sleep each night wondering what it is I'll get in my stocking. What will lay under the tree? A salmon? A jack? A steelhead? What river will we fish? What boat do we take? What bait do we use? What lure will work?
So far I'm feeling a little blue. I'm tired of waking up to lumps of coal! I see storms of magnificent proportions advertised on T.V. They entice me to believe even I could have one of these storms! Wind and rain painted in bright colors on the screen! "I'm going to get one!" I scream.
The world is again still, the water low. An awkward winter sunlight is trying to beat it's way through a forest soaked in fog. Another dry day. The same low, clear river
"It's pretty, Thank you."
This is the response a child would give, given a box of lacy hankies instead of the latest toy advertised on T.V. during the Christmas season.
Oh sure, the guilt is thick as I complain and mourn my predicament. I have been blessed with so much. A bright shiny hen I caught just last week! But the spoiled child in me has long forgotten that toy. The batteries have plum worn out. I need lots of toys to feed this hunger! I need a Christmas stocking overflowing with the kind of candy I crave... Rain, and wind, and salmon in bulk so thick you can walk across their backs!
I've prepared for this event! I have!
The rods are all polished and hanging on the wall with care....in hopes that salmonids soon will be there!
Is there REALLY a Santa? I begin to wonder...
The more mature side of me thinks sadly of the tackle and bait shops who rely on this season for their living. Then I look to the guides who so badly want to give their clients the wonderful gift of a successful day fishing... and instead are staying home.
This is a poverty Christmas so far, boys and girls. A bad season so far. But still... somewhere deep down we all still believe, don't we? We are all still hoping, aren't we?
It's just to tragic, just to hard to swallow the bitter pill of believing that Salmonid Santa would forget us.
Join me in believing he is just late. Join me in believing that he will make it up. Maybe he knows better than I. Maybe he will bring hordes of steelhead instead, or make next year the Season we will never forget.
I have been a good little angler. I will wait... and still hope.



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