Greetings all on this fine Tuesday morning and no, that's not a Tyee in the photo, but it does have a bit of a story.
I was recently contacted by a young fellow who is both a hard-core angler and a talented videographer who expressed an interest in the Tyee Club, its history, founding, old time stories and the current happenings.
I invited him to go out with me, although I wasn't sure how he would both video and fish, something quickly solved when we finally got to the boat, after some time creating an interview in the yard of the clubhouse.
By setting up a tripod with the camera just ahead of the engine the field of vision allowed both Josh, the rod-holder, and myself to be seen, so away we went to the pool.
I'd suggested we not actually fish for the first half-hour so I could tour him around, point out some of the markers we rowers use as well as some of the more well-known rowers, and generally allow him to video whatever caught his fancy. So we did just that.
I'd explained earlier about the unique couple here in Campbell River who are the only parents on this planet who have two sons who have each rowed an over 60 pound Tyee, and suggested that might make a good story angle. He agreed so I called Mike Gage and arranged for them to meet up in the near future, plus pointed him out as they trolled by later on, son Roger rowing and faithful canine companion Cindy keeping a close watch on things.
As evening progressed it seemed a good time to start fishing ourselves, so we put out an old tried and true Chinook head pearl pink Lucky Louie that had taken a fish but a week ago, for Glen, the guy battling cancer.
It was a great row last night and we saw fish immediately at both ends of the pool, always encouraging, so we did the round trip and then the obligatory once around the mooring buoy, something I try to accomplish each outing. In addition, I set Josh up for when we neared Paul Curtis, asking him to say, "Is that the guy you were telling me about?" just loud enough that Paul could hear it. As always, Paul took it in good humour and we had another good chuckle about the imaginary event I've tortured him with all these years. Still funny.
Upon completing our tour with the old plug on I decided to switch us to my faithful pale pearl pink shovel-nose Lucky Louie, which took but a moment as Josh is an experienced angler and followed directions well. We made a loop with the new plug and noted someone row out with a fish in tow not far from our location, also always an encouraging sign, so I moved us to a spot where I've hooked fish before, hoping against hope we'd hook something while on camera.
Light was fading fast so I asked Josh to grab the stern light and put it in its holder, I'd look after the bow.
Now Josh was fishing the easy side for rod-holders with his right hand on the butt of the rod and his right thumb on the spool, his left hand ahead of the reel, allowing for as big a swing as possible to set the hook.
He took his left hand off the rod, picked up the light and was about to push the button to flash it up when the fish hit.
Totally surprised but quick to react to the strike, he reared back with his right arm and hand, eyes wide as could be, then looked at me and asked: "What should I do with the light?"
I was pulling hard on the oars, looking to see if any boats were close, (none were but I yelled "FISH ON!" anyway,) just 'cause it's neat to be able to do so.
"Just put it down on the seat." I replied, calm as could be.
He quickly complied, then turned to the task of the fish on the line, which had obviously had a good look at us and decided it wanted nothing to do with joining us in the boat. This was evidenced by the long albeit intermittent run the fish made as I continued to row us away from it. Probably 150 feet or so away from us it made a jump, which showed clearly that it was not a Tyee, but still a nice salmon.
Much rapid reeling then ensued as the fish ran back at us and we may have let out a small whoop or two along the way as things progressed, what with being hooked up and with the pre-strike, the strike and the ensuing fight being caught on camera and all that.
Eventually the fish came near and once again we were treated to the always scary short line mad jump near the boat routine that can happen, often with dire results and an escaped fish.
But not this time.
As you all know, I'm now an experienced rower and have netted enough fish that it's usually not a problem, not really being that difficult if all things are in order.
Imagine my surprise then when Josh noted I'd somehow knocked one of the oars out of the oarlock whilst grabbing the net and moving it around, and there it was, floating away.
I figured we'd catch up with the oar after I netted the fish, and that's what happened, so no harm done except to my reputation I guess. I'll survive.
Naturally, the hook got all tangled up in the net, resulting in having to cut the plug off and then attempting to unhook the hook from its tangled web, and in the dark now.
Josh checked the camera and ran a short bit of the video, stoked as could be on what we'd captured, and we exulted a wee bit in actually getting a strike and a boated fish all on camera, a videographers dream.
There will be a lot of editing before any finished product is produced, and it could have been better were I a more handsome fellow, something I'm rarely mistaken for, but from my perspective it was neat meeting another young keener and I was stoked to have produced some on camera action too.
In other news from last evening, one Bob Main, my annual foe in the King Of The Cabezons competition, appeared at the clubhouse dragging what first appeared to be a Tyee sized hip-boot behind him but turned out to be a real fish that weighed 32 1/2 pounds on the scale, a Tyee indeed.
And I'm told he was mad as could be about it as he had been rowing his nephew last night trying to get a Tyee for him, but decided to put out a line for himself, and sure as can be, Bobs plug got bit so Bob ended up with another Tyee to his credit and the nephew got squat.
Bob is #13 on the board and self-rowed, so not too shabby for him really, and it's typical of Bob to be mad that his nephew didn't get the fish as Bob is just that kind of generous guy.
It's a shame he can't catch a Cabezon though.
Take care.