Tales From The Tyee Pool......2024
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Dave H
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A short Monday PM report.
It's raining and blowing from the SE, never a good sign.
Numerous boats out each night over the weekend but no new Tyee to report.
Last year we had 20 Tyee on this date, but this year only four.
Hard to stay enthused when it's like this, even with a 29 3/4 weighed this AM.
Word is that there are Chinook holding in what is called "downtown" by some or the "bowling alley to Anchor Inn" area, but nobody rowing there that I know of.
I'm thinking of taking up Pickleball.
Take care.
It's raining and blowing from the SE, never a good sign.
Numerous boats out each night over the weekend but no new Tyee to report.
Last year we had 20 Tyee on this date, but this year only four.
Hard to stay enthused when it's like this, even with a 29 3/4 weighed this AM.
Word is that there are Chinook holding in what is called "downtown" by some or the "bowling alley to Anchor Inn" area, but nobody rowing there that I know of.
I'm thinking of taking up Pickleball.
Take care.
wildmanyeah
Crew Member
If i recall 2019 was also a slow year(13 tyee), a good portion of this return would come from that brood.
I know for the pool as you mentioned rain, how much water the dam is letting out ect all play a factor as well
I know for the pool as you mentioned rain, how much water the dam is letting out ect all play a factor as well
Rain City
Crew Member
I think shuffleboard would be more in your wheelhouse.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Having explored the possibilities of both Pickleball and Shuffleboard, I decided to heed the advice of a couple of friends, so when Rob, the rod holder who hooked Leaping Lena back a few years presented himself to be rowed I decided to try the area I had been told about, so away we went.
Conditions were excellent, with a small ebb and no wind, so the only unknown for me was how many pulls should we fish.
With a very competent man on the rod, I knew we could experiment a bit as to depth, and after a few bottom taps and a slight adjustment we were off.
There was a live band playing outdoors in the plaza, so we got some musical entertainment as we worked our way south from the ferry terminal, with my trusty Rex Field Shovelnose pulsating like a good thing, but it wasn't until we cleared the dolphin structures and got into where there is a clear view of the downtown area that we got bit.
"FISH ON" cried Rob, and I instinctively pulled hard on the oars while looking out for a place to row outside before quickly realizing that wasn't required, as there was nobody around us at all.
I relaxed and Rob traded line with the fish, gaining some then losing some and we got a couple of brief looks when it thrashed on the surface.
Neither of us think it was a Tyee, but it was fun while it lasted.
The fish tired of goofing around with us so made good its escape before we could get it to the boat.
I blame Rob.
Anyway, no new Tyee as at this morning, so we are still at four.
Sad.
We'll be out again if conditions permit tonight and most likely downtown.
Take care.
Conditions were excellent, with a small ebb and no wind, so the only unknown for me was how many pulls should we fish.
With a very competent man on the rod, I knew we could experiment a bit as to depth, and after a few bottom taps and a slight adjustment we were off.
There was a live band playing outdoors in the plaza, so we got some musical entertainment as we worked our way south from the ferry terminal, with my trusty Rex Field Shovelnose pulsating like a good thing, but it wasn't until we cleared the dolphin structures and got into where there is a clear view of the downtown area that we got bit.
"FISH ON" cried Rob, and I instinctively pulled hard on the oars while looking out for a place to row outside before quickly realizing that wasn't required, as there was nobody around us at all.
I relaxed and Rob traded line with the fish, gaining some then losing some and we got a couple of brief looks when it thrashed on the surface.
Neither of us think it was a Tyee, but it was fun while it lasted.
The fish tired of goofing around with us so made good its escape before we could get it to the boat.
I blame Rob.
Anyway, no new Tyee as at this morning, so we are still at four.
Sad.
We'll be out again if conditions permit tonight and most likely downtown.
Take care.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Thursday evening found Rob and I heading downtown again, and this time we went straight to the area we'd hooked up the night before.
No other rowers in sight with just a couple of powerboats around, so we set up shop and started rowing, waiting for the Sun to dip below the horizon, or in this case, behind a few buildings.
Not long after 8:00 PM, during what's known as the "magic hour", we had a really good strike and were hooked up again.
The fish made an initial good run and then turned and charged back at us, Rob reeling as fast as humanly possible on a Longstone.
He tightened up as the fish neared the boat and then the fish thrashed violently on the surface before diving under the boat.
I spun the boat off the line as Rob deftly moved around to keep the fish away from the boat, but the darn thing seemed to be seeking refuge under us, as it wouldn't go away.
It was one of those short line technical close-in battles that are never popular as so much can go wrong in a short time with a short tight line.
Twice we thought the fish might be weakening, but both times it showed that it was still very strong and not ready to surrender at all.
We had a couple of looks at it and it seemed a fat fish, but we were unable to get a good look at its length so not sure if it would have made it or not.
We both agreed that we couldn't claim it as a Tyee but it sure would be close.
That was rendered moot, as the fish made a sharp turn and then dove straight down, right beside the boat.
Rob had a good bend in the rod and all looked good until the rod suddenly straightened out as he exclaimed the fish as being gone.
"Feels like something broke," he said.
I cringed at those words as I had just tied the plug on before we started and I'm pretty fastidious about taking care with my knot tying, so hoped he was wrong, and my line hadn't broken.
The plug surfaced close by so I netted it and asked Rob to reel in. As he did, I noticed the rubber bumper and the swivel that had been attached to the hook were still there and the line hadn't broken, but the hook was gone.
I still cannot fathom how everything lined up so this could happen, but there was a small gap left from when I had pinched the hook-eye closed when I attached the swivel to the hook, and even though I always give a good hard pull of the swivel at whatever tiny gap is left if the pinch doesn't completely close up against the hook shank, somehow it had lined up so when the fish made its hard dive it was strong enough to pull the hook away from the swivel through that small gap.
I still can't imagine how it got at that angle, but it obviously did, causing a one in a million situation that allowed the fish to escape.
Still shocked and annoyed here and I vow that will never happen again.
I have re-pinched the couple of set-ups I still have plus plan on using a slightly larger swivel, so it won't be easy to pull through any gap left after the pinch in the future.
So, two trips downtown, two hookups but no fish in the boat.
I'm jinxed.
Took my two favorite ladies down there last night but the ebb current was much stronger than the previous two nights and it was harder to fish the area I wanted with the result we hooked nothing.
I heard a big fish was lost in the pool last night so I might give that a whirl tonight, as downtown seems out of the picture right now.
One of these days.....................................................sigh.
Take care.
No other rowers in sight with just a couple of powerboats around, so we set up shop and started rowing, waiting for the Sun to dip below the horizon, or in this case, behind a few buildings.
Not long after 8:00 PM, during what's known as the "magic hour", we had a really good strike and were hooked up again.
The fish made an initial good run and then turned and charged back at us, Rob reeling as fast as humanly possible on a Longstone.
He tightened up as the fish neared the boat and then the fish thrashed violently on the surface before diving under the boat.
I spun the boat off the line as Rob deftly moved around to keep the fish away from the boat, but the darn thing seemed to be seeking refuge under us, as it wouldn't go away.
It was one of those short line technical close-in battles that are never popular as so much can go wrong in a short time with a short tight line.
Twice we thought the fish might be weakening, but both times it showed that it was still very strong and not ready to surrender at all.
We had a couple of looks at it and it seemed a fat fish, but we were unable to get a good look at its length so not sure if it would have made it or not.
We both agreed that we couldn't claim it as a Tyee but it sure would be close.
That was rendered moot, as the fish made a sharp turn and then dove straight down, right beside the boat.
Rob had a good bend in the rod and all looked good until the rod suddenly straightened out as he exclaimed the fish as being gone.
"Feels like something broke," he said.
I cringed at those words as I had just tied the plug on before we started and I'm pretty fastidious about taking care with my knot tying, so hoped he was wrong, and my line hadn't broken.
The plug surfaced close by so I netted it and asked Rob to reel in. As he did, I noticed the rubber bumper and the swivel that had been attached to the hook were still there and the line hadn't broken, but the hook was gone.
I still cannot fathom how everything lined up so this could happen, but there was a small gap left from when I had pinched the hook-eye closed when I attached the swivel to the hook, and even though I always give a good hard pull of the swivel at whatever tiny gap is left if the pinch doesn't completely close up against the hook shank, somehow it had lined up so when the fish made its hard dive it was strong enough to pull the hook away from the swivel through that small gap.
I still can't imagine how it got at that angle, but it obviously did, causing a one in a million situation that allowed the fish to escape.
Still shocked and annoyed here and I vow that will never happen again.
I have re-pinched the couple of set-ups I still have plus plan on using a slightly larger swivel, so it won't be easy to pull through any gap left after the pinch in the future.
So, two trips downtown, two hookups but no fish in the boat.
I'm jinxed.
Took my two favorite ladies down there last night but the ebb current was much stronger than the previous two nights and it was harder to fish the area I wanted with the result we hooked nothing.
I heard a big fish was lost in the pool last night so I might give that a whirl tonight, as downtown seems out of the picture right now.
One of these days.....................................................sigh.
Take care.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
A bit off topic, but somewhat related.
Earlier this evening, I had a strong memory surface about where I was and what I was doing exactly 58 years ago.
I was in the backseat of a '55 or '56 customized Chevrolet with a young American woman originally from Yakima named Myrna Iverson.
We were at a drive-in theatre outside of Sacramento and the movie was Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
My buddy John was in the front seat with his date, and we were both sailors from HMCS Sussexvale, an old Canadian WWII Frigate I sailed on for a year.
No actual sex occurred, but a pretty torrid make-out session was enjoyed by all.
I've often wondered if Myrna is still alive and if she ever remembers the tall skinny Canadian sailor she met that weekend, and the session in the backseat of that car.
I remember her.
For some reason she crossed my mind this evening as I sat in the yard of the Tyee Clubhouse, watching 30 or so rowboats plying the Tyee Pool hoping for a strike.
I'm getting nostalgic in my old age, I guess.
Take care.
Earlier this evening, I had a strong memory surface about where I was and what I was doing exactly 58 years ago.
I was in the backseat of a '55 or '56 customized Chevrolet with a young American woman originally from Yakima named Myrna Iverson.
We were at a drive-in theatre outside of Sacramento and the movie was Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
My buddy John was in the front seat with his date, and we were both sailors from HMCS Sussexvale, an old Canadian WWII Frigate I sailed on for a year.
No actual sex occurred, but a pretty torrid make-out session was enjoyed by all.
I've often wondered if Myrna is still alive and if she ever remembers the tall skinny Canadian sailor she met that weekend, and the session in the backseat of that car.
I remember her.
For some reason she crossed my mind this evening as I sat in the yard of the Tyee Clubhouse, watching 30 or so rowboats plying the Tyee Pool hoping for a strike.
I'm getting nostalgic in my old age, I guess.
Take care.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Earlier today I received a phone call from one of my sisters who berated me for not keeping up-to-date in this thread.
She's right and I apologize, but in truth there has been nothing to report on since my time with Sharon and Diane last Friday, which was a whole lot of rowing for a not very effective or productive outing.
My scheduled rod holder for Saturday cancelled so I became a beach rat for Saturday evening and watched from the clubhouse, a tactic which has usually resulted in a busy night in the pool with several hook-ups and in some cases even a Tyee or two.
But that's the past and now is now, so nothing happened at all, other than one of my other faithful rod holders was there so I invited him to go out with me Sunday night, even though I had him scheduled for Thursday, i.e. today.
Suffice it to say that Sunday night was fruitless for fishing, and other than a few misadventures both going out and coming back in coupled with a near dunking at the dock, the evening was uneventful and shall remain undocumented.
One bit of info has me and others wondering about it, and that is made clear in the following.
On Monday, the 26th. of August, the DFO swim count in the Campbell revealed some 900 Chinook in the area they are counted in.
This number would be larger if they swam the whole river one can assume.
The day before yesterday, Tuesday the 3rd. of September, the count was 1780 Chinook, an increase of more than 800.
So, we rowers in the Tyee Pool and adjoining areas are wondering how more than 800 Chinook managed to go from wherever they were, i.e. "downtown" and elsewhere, into the river, without stopping and holding in the pool? I mean WTF?
The lower number of rowboats out recently reflects the lack of enthusiasm based on lack of results, but still, with the years of experience, the proven plugs and spoons and all that still plying the pool with zero results yet knowing that a large number of fish have passed through in but a week, one can understand why some of us are severely perplexed.
I dunno............
Still only four Tyee registered to date.
Take care.
She's right and I apologize, but in truth there has been nothing to report on since my time with Sharon and Diane last Friday, which was a whole lot of rowing for a not very effective or productive outing.
My scheduled rod holder for Saturday cancelled so I became a beach rat for Saturday evening and watched from the clubhouse, a tactic which has usually resulted in a busy night in the pool with several hook-ups and in some cases even a Tyee or two.
But that's the past and now is now, so nothing happened at all, other than one of my other faithful rod holders was there so I invited him to go out with me Sunday night, even though I had him scheduled for Thursday, i.e. today.
Suffice it to say that Sunday night was fruitless for fishing, and other than a few misadventures both going out and coming back in coupled with a near dunking at the dock, the evening was uneventful and shall remain undocumented.
One bit of info has me and others wondering about it, and that is made clear in the following.
On Monday, the 26th. of August, the DFO swim count in the Campbell revealed some 900 Chinook in the area they are counted in.
This number would be larger if they swam the whole river one can assume.
The day before yesterday, Tuesday the 3rd. of September, the count was 1780 Chinook, an increase of more than 800.
So, we rowers in the Tyee Pool and adjoining areas are wondering how more than 800 Chinook managed to go from wherever they were, i.e. "downtown" and elsewhere, into the river, without stopping and holding in the pool? I mean WTF?
The lower number of rowboats out recently reflects the lack of enthusiasm based on lack of results, but still, with the years of experience, the proven plugs and spoons and all that still plying the pool with zero results yet knowing that a large number of fish have passed through in but a week, one can understand why some of us are severely perplexed.
I dunno............
Still only four Tyee registered to date.
Take care.
wildmanyeah
Crew Member
Thumbs up for Dave's H Sister!!
kingspring
Well-Known Member
Switch to bait.
quadra-tyee
Member
Frenchman pool
SalishSeaFisher
New Member
Thumbs up for me? I can tell Dave is crushed by this Tyee season results and it only took 100 years to teach the Tyees to go around the pool at the mouth of the C.R. and avoid all those wobbly lures... Try harder Dave!
Dave H
Well-Known Member
Have I ever shared the story of when I used my little sister as a rod holder at Jump Off Joe Lake in Washington State back in 1960?
It's a better story than what I can share about Tyee fishing this year, for sure. LOL
Still only four Tyee and not much of anything else to report I'm afraid.
I was thinking of trying out a new lure shortly, called a Knobby Wobbler, but it invoked too many memories of another incident in my life where that name was applied to something other than a fishing lure.
And yes, it was an unkind name for an important body part she was seeing for the first time.
But, I digress.....................................
Take care.
It's a better story than what I can share about Tyee fishing this year, for sure. LOL
Still only four Tyee and not much of anything else to report I'm afraid.
I was thinking of trying out a new lure shortly, called a Knobby Wobbler, but it invoked too many memories of another incident in my life where that name was applied to something other than a fishing lure.
And yes, it was an unkind name for an important body part she was seeing for the first time.
But, I digress.....................................
Take care.
Rain City
Crew Member
Dave, tell the story about that time you and I got kicked out of the No. 5! Feels like it was just yesterday. I wonder what ever happened to those 6 lovely ladies that dragged us back to their penthouse? Good times...
Dave H
Well-Known Member
I once stayed in the old Marble Arch hotel when it cost only $6.00 a night, late 60's.
I have a good hooker story but probably not for this site, even with the fishing connection via the word "hooker".
All quiet on the Tyee Pool front tonight.
I watched the Harris-Trump debate.
Take care.
I have a good hooker story but probably not for this site, even with the fishing connection via the word "hooker".
All quiet on the Tyee Pool front tonight.
I watched the Harris-Trump debate.
Take care.
Dave H
Well-Known Member
I told you not to jump up on the stage, but NOOOOOO, you didn't listen to me.
And it DOES feel like it was just yesterday, but it wasn't.
It was the day before yesterday.
Sheesh!!
And now you tell me there were six lovely ladies?
I only had the short one with the big butt with me in my room, so you must have had five for yourself in yours.
Geeze.
Some guys.
Oh, and don't worry, I destroyed all the photos and videos, so they will never be seen.
I know, I'm a party pooper, but you do have your reputation to protect and I'm on your side.
Take care.
Dave, you deserve the Politzer prize for fiction. This is magic; improvisation at best.
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