Just got back from 5 days boat camping in the Broken Group. Wind blew gale for a few of those days so first half of the trip was finding more or less of a protected spot. Forget about jumping around to different places because the water got really big at times—-and hard to get too technical about the tacks you were running....., just getting the gear in the water and back into the boat became a chore. Found stupid amounts of coho (which seemed to be what most guys were chasing based on the depths they were fishing) but if you sunk your teeth into a spot, you could grind out your allotment of springs. I did have a nice surprise at Kirby— got there at 12:00 noon in the middle of a mediocre tide change. All the cool guys had gone home——the water was still smoking from how hard they pounded it at dawn so I dropped my gear in with limited hope.
But surprise, surprise, a moment later I got a serious take-down and the line goes shrieking off my reel in amounts I haven’t seen in a long time—-at one point I thought I’d snagged a pinniped because no salmon can do a prolonged run like that. But this one did—a nice high-teener that made the trip for me just for the fight alone.
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Only disappointment of the trip (aside from all that fookin’ Wind) was getting unceremoniously kicked off an island by the First Nation caretakers. I’ve been camping that island for years; I’ve picked a ton of garbage off its beaches for years,too—-it’s a gem ..... and last but not least, it offers protection from NW blows which is why I was there ....but there’s a different sheriff in town now.
This same dynamic is happening to me in steelhead fishing as well—-all my old haunts are getting plucked away from me one by one for one reason or another...no country for old men... but getting kicked off that island is how and why I ended up at Kirby for my smoking unit of a fish so there still is a tiny shred of divine justice still to be had in this New World Order...
I did step up for a new fish finder for the trip, however—-got the Furuno FCV 588—very handy to have bottom discrimination, both to see what you’re anchoring on and what you’re fishing over.
Knowing I was on a mix of sand and gravel is what got me through all that wind! You can see what it looks like at the bottom of the screen...
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And X2 on Trophywife’s squid comments. The sign I saw on my fish finder at times were not forage fish like herring....then I cut open a coho I was going to BBQ on the beach and the mystery of what all that sign I was seeing was finally solved:
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