Nice to hear some guys made all the right moves. I just spent four days in Bamfield with what can be summed up as ....mixed results.
Launched at Clutesi and on the way up the canal I stopped at Poett Nook to stay out of the wind (it was howling last Tuesday)
First two drops, two nice springs, one pushing 14 lbs
O.K., sign of good things to come for sure. Turned them loose. Why not? Lots more to come, right?
The next day, fished around Kirby. A few shakers. Tried Beal but there was lots of slop from the wind on Tuesday. A few coho and more shakers. My first thought was...wow, is this going to be like my trip last year? All those miles and effort for...shakers?
I was fishing straight bait and realized I'd better suck it up and do what everyone else was doing.....put on a flasher with a spoon or plastic. That immediately changed the luck and I had a few nice springs on a tide change at Baudelaire but for some reason, using flashers to me is like gargling with razor blades. I don't feel like I'm fishing any more....I feel like I'm just dragging gear around. And what was supposed to be a break-away flasher wasn't breaking away.
So I said the hell with it---- do what you enjoy doing or don't do it at all. So I went back to straight bait and on Thursday, hooked what was no doubt a serious fish using a picked whole-round blue label.
It's pretty stunning what a fish will do when there's no flasher in its face----a few 100 yard smoking runs protested by a loud ratchet on a knuckle-buster for me is like grinding coffee in the morning---you hear a brass band playing and all is right with the world again.
I lost the fish in a kelp bed but that will be the fish I'll remember for awhile. The flasher fish were just dead fish in a box
Friday, my last day. I broke down. Some idiot left the radio and a sonar module on over night, forgot to turn the battery selector to "off" position and it drained his house battery down to 6 volts. The starter battery fired up the Suzuki no problem so that same idiot headed out of Bamfield thinking he'd go to Rat's Nose ---it was clear, there was zero wind, and a long run on the Suzuki would juice the house battery back up again, right?
But just outside of Bamfield harbor the Suzuki alarm system went off and the motor went into neutral gear. WTF? Turns out fly-by-wire is extremely sensitive to voltage drops (the soft under-belly of new technology) and I was dead in the water. My first suspicion: with a dead house battery, the ACR started drawing juice from the starter battery to compensate for the voltage drop and that killed the fly-by-wire (and all my electronics---Furuno is also sensitive to ANY voltage drop)
And my Honda was stuck in up position---no power to drop it and fire it up. I was dead in the water----first time ever. Infamy!
If I had my wits about me, I would have switched my Blue Sea battery switch to "BOTH" which would have been just enough power to get the Honda in the water, get it started, and juice my house battery back up. But being a half-wit, that option didn't cross my mind.
But having a quarter of a brain cell is sometimes just enough to get a half-wit through the day---I remembered I had jumper cables in the boat. I connected the house battery to the starter with the cables (yes, the same thing switching to "both" on the Blue Sea would have done without a lot less effort) got the Honda pull-started with its burly alternator (the pull-start option is why I bellied up the the bar for a 15 Hp Honda---good move, half-wit) and I was back on Broadway in short order. The Honda alternator juiced the starter battery back up and the Suzuki fly-by-wire was happy again
But no way was I going to head out on the water-----went back to Bamfield and had Breakers Marine come down and check out the batteries to see whether or not I'd fried anything.
So, sometimes in the land of FISH you're on fire and can't do anything wrong, and sometimes you're NOT. By the time I got the thumb's up from Breakers it was noon and the day was pretty much a goner
Then yesterday, to top off what had already been a bit of a sketchy trip I tried pulling my boat out at Clutesi on a minus tide. Nothing like building confidence going up a river in a 24 footer with a 300 HP Suzuki in 4 feet of water.
I thought I was good when I made it to the ramp without bending a fluke but little did I know that the fun was about to begin. At the ramp I was in a full fledged river current with a big eddy at the ramp. To make it more interesting, right where you want to apply power to counter-act the eddy and the current and get her up to the dock you're staring at logs and branches in 3 feet of water.
What was important was the 3 or 4 passes I made that almost put my boat on the rock jetty above the ramp and the piling below the ramp provided comic relief to people sitting on a park bench who watched the whole ridiculous excercise. They were hooting and hollering, having a jolly time. The thought of coming down on the dock and catching a bow line never crossed their minds---they were having too much fun
Note to self---never attempt Clutesi ramp on a minus tide again. And never again dock the boat and turn in for the night forgetting to turn your battery switch to "off" position.
So, to quote the cute gal standing behind the counter at Breakers in Bamfield, fishing is not always about catching