Dave H
Well-Known Member
Well here we go again with a Monday morning update that includes two new Tyee since my last visit plus another in what is becoming a much-too-long streak of lost fish stories.
But first, we have Mr. Eugene Titus, the second newest member of the Tyee Club as he registered a 30 pounder rowed by Ted Milbrandt two nights ago. It fell for a plug.
Well done men.
I don't have a pic of the latest new member of the Tyee Club but his name is Ed Painter and he was rowed to a 34 pounder this morning by his dear old Dad, Joe Painter.
Here's the pic.
Apparently Joe is able to simply go out any morning he wants, catch a Tyee and then go home. Simple as that. He's done that three times so far this season and I'm jealous as can be.
I was surprised that this was Ed's first ever Tyee and I was told he'd tried off and on for 45 years before finally getting one.
As for my continuing failures, well we can rack up another one from last night.
I had Sharon out with me again, a gal I've rowed a half dozen times previously with nothing but a Cabezon to show for our efforts, so she was due.
I used my new to me Rex Field Shovel-nose plug again and fished it the same way as when Dano and I hooked up three nights ago, and by golly we hooked up last night, along with several others as there was a decent little "bite" happening.
Although she fumbled a bit on the strike we managed to tow it outside where it ran around quite powerfully for five minutes or so and wouldn't come anywhere near us, despite Sharon's urgings.
We managed to get a good position on the fish and I kept rowing us away from it as it pulled line off despite many muttered urgings from Sharon to come back here and get in the net.
Everything was going along quite nicely when the fish made a run and then jumped, not a big high jump but more of a ponderous heaving of itself out of the water, enough so that we both saw the length and size of the fish, albeit from 50' away or so. It looked good, but then they all do at a distance.
And then the bent rod went straight and I knew the fish was free.
I might have said a bad word.
Again.
So there you have it.
Apparently I'm allowed to hook the odd fish this year but not allowed to actually boat any of them and then if we DO boat one it'll be a heart-breaking 29 pounds plus.
If I wasn't such a glutton for punishment I'd give up this folly and return to my previous life-style of dissipation and debauchery.
Or maybe take up Bass fishing. LOL
Take care.
But first, we have Mr. Eugene Titus, the second newest member of the Tyee Club as he registered a 30 pounder rowed by Ted Milbrandt two nights ago. It fell for a plug.

Well done men.
I don't have a pic of the latest new member of the Tyee Club but his name is Ed Painter and he was rowed to a 34 pounder this morning by his dear old Dad, Joe Painter.
Here's the pic.

Apparently Joe is able to simply go out any morning he wants, catch a Tyee and then go home. Simple as that. He's done that three times so far this season and I'm jealous as can be.
I was surprised that this was Ed's first ever Tyee and I was told he'd tried off and on for 45 years before finally getting one.
As for my continuing failures, well we can rack up another one from last night.
I had Sharon out with me again, a gal I've rowed a half dozen times previously with nothing but a Cabezon to show for our efforts, so she was due.
I used my new to me Rex Field Shovel-nose plug again and fished it the same way as when Dano and I hooked up three nights ago, and by golly we hooked up last night, along with several others as there was a decent little "bite" happening.
Although she fumbled a bit on the strike we managed to tow it outside where it ran around quite powerfully for five minutes or so and wouldn't come anywhere near us, despite Sharon's urgings.
We managed to get a good position on the fish and I kept rowing us away from it as it pulled line off despite many muttered urgings from Sharon to come back here and get in the net.
Everything was going along quite nicely when the fish made a run and then jumped, not a big high jump but more of a ponderous heaving of itself out of the water, enough so that we both saw the length and size of the fish, albeit from 50' away or so. It looked good, but then they all do at a distance.
And then the bent rod went straight and I knew the fish was free.
I might have said a bad word.
Again.
So there you have it.
Apparently I'm allowed to hook the odd fish this year but not allowed to actually boat any of them and then if we DO boat one it'll be a heart-breaking 29 pounds plus.
If I wasn't such a glutton for punishment I'd give up this folly and return to my previous life-style of dissipation and debauchery.
Or maybe take up Bass fishing. LOL
Take care.
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