SAND HEADS AUG 9th. . .
Well, the wind wasn't really forecasted very well... but it was blowing, building, and blowing hard from the North West. I think that's about as bad as I want it to be out there while fishing. It's hard to even stand and control the boat. Poor fishing buddies were feeling the effects of sea sickness.
We stuck it out, I was almost certain we would have to call it quits early.
The same program tried out further 300 to 400 in AM 60 to 80 down and catching a bunch of pinks and coho. Caught two hatchery coho in a row, and the rest were wilds.
No chinook, though. So we trolled back towards the light house. Whe. We were doing our turn, and we hooked our first chinook. In tight with boats around and the wind, we were forced toward the fish, and it popped off.
Continued to catch coho and pinks to the north.
It wasn't till close to 3 pm when we hooked two 54, cm chinook, a 63 cm, a 65 cm, and a 77 cm chinook. We hooked them all deep. 100, 120, and 140 feet. White/glow hootchies worked well.
Wind finally started to die down.
He started to notice the bilge wasn't coming on, and the boat was feeling a little sluggish. When we took off, it wouldn't plane so I figured it was full of water.
We used our hand pump to drain the boat while the nose was up. Crazy wind. Sinking boat. Hectic.