OK, you guys asked for a fishing story. Our winter blackmouth season opened up Nov. 1. So I get up Sunday morning at Oh-Dark Thirty and drag Betsy to the dock, forgetting it's November and doesn't get light for another two hours. But I launch anyway because I'm pumped---today is the day I'm going to kick the bait-habit--I'm going to catch a blackmouth on a freaking spoon.
I motor north for about 6 miles through the dark, get to the happy hunting grounds at first light, drop my gear in and as the ball hits the sand 145 feet under my boat I notice the line has come unclipped from the pin. But wait a minute, the line is coming up to the surface and WTF, it's just light enough for me to see there's a nice blackmouth on the other end with my spoon in its mouth
I net it, give it a wood shampoo, then spend the next four hours doing water hauls, thinking, man, if only I had bait....
So I get back to the dock, not a lights-out day but at least I'm going to eat fresh blackmouth for dinner. The fish checker wants to check my fish for a wire tag in its head. He sees the adipose fin---...."Oh, I guess they forgot to clip the adipose at the hatchery", he says.
That's code talk for: you nature raper. You just killed a wild fish.
Sure enough, I check the regs when I get back to the computer---wild chinook release.
Not much of a fish story, but a good argument for keeping up on the fishing regs because around here they change every five minutes!