This past Sunday I was SOOOOO counting my fishies before they were netted.
A couple days prior I was playing around in a little side bay and a commercial fisher stopped by and told me how this was his go to spot, that he'd had 100 fish days there before on a flood tide, and that there were lots of silvers around this year.
Sunday was when my free time aligned with the tide.
In the morning, I walked the dog to a different part of the bay and in the 20 minutes I hung out by the water, I saw prolly 5 rollers within 20 feet of shore and 5 or 6 more flopping around waaay out there. This was still the ebb so I was getting all giddy for the flood.
4 or 5 hours later I was in the 100 fish/day bay, an hour into the flood, armed with a handful of freshly tied SurfnFish copy cat flies, while bronco busting waves in my watermaster.
I was also a bit twitterpated, working out how I was gonna net these anticipated kings and silvers with my relatively small raft net, how I was gonna string 'em up....AND could I justify keeping more than the limit since I'd had SOOOO many fishless days prior to this.
Not a bump or a dorsal fin seen one hour later but I was still amped up, knowing it could happen at any minute. I kept watching off in the distance, expecting to see a jumper or two...but nuthing.
There were 3 or 4 netters 'upstream' of me but I convinced myself there were sufficient gaps to allow a smattering of fish directly onto my lap so I kept casting away, while keeping my off hand high...for the bigger waves....just like a good rodeo cowboy.
Two hours into it....still nuthin.
2.5 hours in, the nearest netter pulled up his 100 yards worth of net and he'd gotten zippo, too. Now I was bummed. I gave it another hour and then called it....still not a fish seen.
Now, I'm faced with First World Retired Guy Problems...I gotta turn my back on the incoming salmon cuz I'm heading to Rock Creek for a while.....Damn It.....somebody call the WAAAMBULANCE, please
