Pink Year

Kashf said:
Anyone figure out a way to eat them that doesn't taste bad? So far besides burgers I haven't found anything, but if there is a way to prepare the meat I'd love to lower my impact on the stocks of greater concern
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Pick a larger male from the salt if you can, and clean/ice it asap.
 
Chris Johnson said:
Pick a larger male from the salt if you can, and clean/ice it asap.
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Bleeding them helps a ton, too. Whack/stab brain, slash gills, gut asap, and put on ice. I pack the body cavity, but that may be overkill. It also is often overlooked but in some ways pinks smoke really well (better than chinook, imho) because they are so lean.

Females are good, too, but then I love eating roe. So tasty!
 
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Paige said:
Already 3 pinks and 1 Coho trucked over Sunset Falls on the Sky.
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And a 142 whitefish. Haha!

Question for you...Does this mean they took 24 wild (not clipped) fish to the Reiter Hatchery so they have wild stock for breeding a better hatchery plant? And if so, how many years have they been doing this? And are those "wild" hatchery fish then clipped or not? You see where I'm going with this... I assume this is part of the ESA recovery, but I haven't read up on it lately. I should probably do that before I start assuming a bunch of stuff. Haha!
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Thanks,
Stacy
 
Don’t Be Grumpy, Catch a Humpy

In a crowd quite loud, by the beach I stand,
Fishing for pinks, rod in my hand.
Amidst the chaos, I cast with delight,
We jostle, and tussle, and some start to fight.

I cast again and again, then I hear a scream,
Someone's hooked a kid, or so it would seem.
Wafts of vape mix with cheap cologne smells
As I patiently hunt for pinks in the swells.

Finally a strike, the line comes tight!
I strip set and hook, the person on my right.
Hand over hand, I strip ‘em in fast,
Oh what a day, I’m having a blast!

A male, I think, from his nose and his hunch,
Already pink though it’s barely past lunch.
As I ready my net he gives a big shake,
Ditches my fly, and leaves in a wake.

I’m not dismayed, for right down the beach,
Is a rather large hen, well within reach.
I cast to her quickly, and dance the fly in,
But it’s met with refusal, she’s keyed in on gin.

The crowd starts to thin, hookups become fewer,
Soon I’m alone on what looks like a sewer.
Wrappers and cans, and bottles that clink,
Are all that remain, from that swarm of pink.

I go six for seven, what a great day!
I’m grateful to @Stonedfish for showing the way.
Four bucks, two hens, but all were unclipped,
So I’ll go home with nothing but smiles from this trip.
 
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I see for the first time the Everett ramp checks had more than a 100 pinks, a few days earlier than usual.

Skyriver -
I believe that WDFW started taking wild summer runs from Sunset falls in 2019 to start the process of developing a new brood stock.

Curt
 
Jake said:
Don’t Be Grumpy, Catch a Humpy

In a crowd quite loud, by the beach I stand,
Fishing for pinks, rod in my hand.
Amidst the chaos, I cast with delight,
We jostle, and tussle, and some start to fight.

I cast again and again, then I hear a scream,
Someone's hooked a kid, or so it would seem.
Wafts of vape mix with cheap cologne smells
As I patiently hunt for pinks in the swells.

Finally a strike, the line comes tight!
I strip set and hook, the person on my right.
Hand over hand, I strip him in fast,
Oh what a day, I’m having a blast!

A male, I think, from his nose and his hunch,
Already pink though it’s barely past lunch.
As I ready my net he gives a big shake,
Ditches my fly, and leaves in a wake.

I’m not dismayed, for right down the beach,
Is a rather large hen, well within reach.
I cast to her quickly, and dance the fly in,
But it’s met with refusal, she’s keyed in on gin.

The crowd starts to thin, hookups become fewer,
Soon I’m alone on what looks like a sewer.
Wrappers and cans, and bottles that clink,
Are all that remain, from that swarm of pink.

I go six for seven, what a great day!
I’m grateful to @Stonedfish for showing the way.
Four bucks, two hens, but all were unclipped,
So I’ll go home with nothing but smiles from this trip.
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Beautiful.
 
Smalma said:
I see for the first time the Everett ramp checks had more than a 100 pinks, a few days earlier than usual.

Skyriver -
I believe that WDFW started taking wild summer runs from Sunset falls in 2019 to start the process of developing a new brood stock.

Curt
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Thanks Curt! I need to read more about the brood program. I think I get the basic idea, but could also learn more.

👍
 
Jake said:
Don’t Be Grumpy, Catch a Humpy

In a crowd quite loud, by the beach I stand,
Fishing for pinks, rod in my hand.
Amidst the chaos, I cast with delight,
We jostle, and tussle, and some start to fight.

I cast again and again, then I hear a scream,
Someone's hooked a kid, or so it would seem.
Wafts of vape mix with cheap cologne smells
As I patiently hunt for pinks in the swells.

Finally a strike, the line comes tight!
I strip set and hook, the person on my right.
Hand over hand, I strip ‘em in fast,
Oh what a day, I’m having a blast!

A male, I think, from his nose and his hunch,
Already pink though it’s barely past lunch.
As I ready my net he gives a big shake,
Ditches my fly, and leaves in a wake.

I’m not dismayed, for right down the beach,
Is a rather large hen, well within reach.
I cast to her quickly, and dance the fly in,
But it’s met with refusal, she’s keyed in on gin.

The crowd starts to thin, hookups become fewer,
Soon I’m alone on what looks like a sewer.
Wrappers and cans, and bottles that clink,
Are all that remain, from that swarm of pink.

I go six for seven, what a great day!
I’m grateful to @Stonedfish for showing the way.
Four bucks, two hens, but all were unclipped,
So I’ll go home with nothing but smiles from this trip.
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Nominate this for the sites literary post of the year based on originality and its being evocative.
 
Jake said:
Don’t Be Grumpy, Catch a Humpy

In a crowd quite loud, by the beach I stand,
Fishing for pinks, rod in my hand.
Amidst the chaos, I cast with delight,
We jostle, and tussle, and some start to fight.

I cast again and again, then I hear a scream,
Someone's hooked a kid, or so it would seem.
Wafts of vape mix with cheap cologne smells
As I patiently hunt for pinks in the swells.

Finally a strike, the line comes tight!
I strip set and hook, the person on my right.
Hand over hand, I strip ‘em in fast,
Oh what a day, I’m having a blast!

A male, I think, from his nose and his hunch,
Already pink though it’s barely past lunch.
As I ready my net he gives a big shake,
Ditches my fly, and leaves in a wake.

I’m not dismayed, for right down the beach,
Is a rather large hen, well within reach.
I cast to her quickly, and dance the fly in,
But it’s met with refusal, she’s keyed in on gin.

The crowd starts to thin, hookups become fewer,
Soon I’m alone on what looks like a sewer.
Wrappers and cans, and bottles that clink,
Are all that remain, from that swarm of pink.

I go six for seven, what a great day!
I’m grateful to @Stonedfish for showing the way.
Four bucks, two hens, but all were unclipped,
So I’ll go home with nothing but smiles from this trip.
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Thanks for the mention @Jake 😉
I did break my multi odd year streak today of trying not to catch any pinks. 😂
SF
 
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