Tales From The Tyee Pool.....2025...

[Dave H]

Greetings once again from my humble abode, here on the beautiful Tyee Spit.
We are 13 hours into this new season already but alas, I just checked with Bob, the Weighmaster, and he confirms no fish were encountered today, despite the heroic efforts of the two crazy bast...... er.....I mean the two enthusiastic people who braved a fresh NW wind and incoming tide combo and were on it, first thing this morning.

Here's a photo.


I don't know who these guys are but will find out and pass along later.

As usual, Bob and Judy have the yard of the Tyee Clubhouse looking fantastic, and here's the evidence for that.





Thanks to the crew who showed up to do a clean-up of the property and docks etc. also.
Nice to start the year off in pristine shape.

On a more personal note, this past year has seen a number of things happen which I need note, which I find helpful in dealing with the pain of loss and stuff like that.

I turned 80 back in early May, as most of you will know, and I enjoyed that so much I can hardly wait to turn 90.
That's the good part.

I lost three people who all had meaning in my life, my cubicle mate in basic training at HMCS Cornwallis, in 1964, Al Falk, one of my longest and dearest surfing pals, Steve Richey, and my favorite and longtime gal pal, Donna MacFarlan.

All had a special place in my heart, and I miss them being alive and in my life.

But life goes on and here we are, about to start the 101st. year of this crazy thing called Tyee fishing, and despite the horrible year just past, we anglers hold hope for a better season than that one was, except for Greg Askey of course. He loved last year. LOL

Anyway, as usual there will little to report on regarding Tyee for a couple of weeks, but I shall try to keep you updated and informed as best I can.

And remember, anyone who would like to get out with me should let me know when you will be available and we'll work out something.
No charge.







Take care.

 

[Rain City]

Greetings once again from my humble abode, here on the beautiful Tyee Spit.
We are 13 hours into this new season already but alas, I just checked with Bob, the Weighmaster, and he confirms no fish were encountered today, despite the heroic efforts of the two crazy bast...... er.....I mean the two enthusiastic people who braved a fresh NW wind and incoming tide combo and were on it, first thing this morning.

Here's a photo.
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I don't know who these guys are but will find out and pass along later.

As usual, Bob and Judy have the yard of the Tyee Clubhouse looking fantastic, and here's the evidence for that.

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Thanks to the crew who showed up to do a clean-up of the property and docks etc. also.
Nice to start the year off in pristine shape.

On a more personal note, this past year has seen a number of things happen which I need note, which I find helpful in dealing with the pain of loss and stuff like that.

I turned 80 back in early May, as most of you will know, and I enjoyed that so much I can hardly wait to turn 90.
That's the good part.

I lost three people who all had meaning in my life, my cubicle mate in basic training at HMCS Cornwallis, in 1964, Al Falk, one of my longest and dearest surfing pals, Steve Richey, and my favorite and longtime gal pal, Donna MacFarlan.

All had a special place in my heart, and I miss them being alive and in my life.

But life goes on and here we are, about to start the 101st. year of this crazy thing called Tyee fishing, and despite the horrible year just past, we anglers hold hope for a better season than that one was, except for Greg Askey of course. He loved last year. LOL

Anyway, as usual there will little to report on regarding Tyee for a couple of weeks, but I shall try to keep you updated and informed as best I can.

And remember, anyone who would like to get out with me should let me know when you will be available and we'll work out something.
No charge.







Take care.

Thanks, as always, for sharing, Dave. Much needed entertainment.

 

[Stoshe]

Greetings once again from my humble abode, here on the beautiful Tyee Spit.
We are 13 hours into this new season already but alas, I just checked with Bob, the Weighmaster, and he confirms no fish were encountered today, despite the heroic efforts of the two crazy bast...... er.....I mean the two enthusiastic people who braved a fresh NW wind and incoming tide combo and were on it, first thing this morning.

Here's a photo.
View attachment 118550

I don't know who these guys are but will find out and pass along later.

As usual, Bob and Judy have the yard of the Tyee Clubhouse looking fantastic, and here's the evidence for that.

View attachment 118551

View attachment 118552

Thanks to the crew who showed up to do a clean-up of the property and docks etc. also.
Nice to start the year off in pristine shape.

On a more personal note, this past year has seen a number of things happen which I need note, which I find helpful in dealing with the pain of loss and stuff like that.

I turned 80 back in early May, as most of you will know, and I enjoyed that so much I can hardly wait to turn 90.
That's the good part.

I lost three people who all had meaning in my life, my cubicle mate in basic training at HMCS Cornwallis, in 1964, Al Falk, one of my longest and dearest surfing pals, Steve Richey, and my favorite and longtime gal pal, Donna MacFarlan.

All had a special place in my heart, and I miss them being alive and in my life.

But life goes on and here we are, about to start the 101st. year of this crazy thing called Tyee fishing, and despite the horrible year just past, we anglers hold hope for a better season than that one was, except for Greg Askey of course. He loved last year. LOL

Anyway, as usual there will little to report on regarding Tyee for a couple of weeks, but I shall try to keep you updated and informed as best I can.

And remember, anyone who would like to get out with me should let me know when you will be available and we'll work out something.
No charge.







Take care.

Happy 80th Dave. Good to see you are back at it again. I always look forward to your stories.
Everyone gets to be young eh! Besides the aches and pains, losing old friends is never easy.
I’d love to get out in the Pool one more time.
Stosh

 

[IronNoggin]

And remember, anyone who would like to get out with me should let me know when you will be available and we'll work out something.
No charge.

I feel your pain Dave.
Lost Ken Pearce (Damn good Buddy), my younger Brother and an Auntie this year.
Tired of being sad all the time.

I look forward immensely to this thread each and every year!

I am hoping to make this season the one to come up and give it a whirl with you.
All depends on my wacky work schedule.
But I'll let you know when I might see an opening, and if it meshes we can make plans.

In the interim, All The Best!
Your turn is overdue, so Go get 'Em!

Cheers,
Matt

 

[Stizzla]

Best thread of the year is back!

all of your posts from all the years should be turned into a book. I’d buy it.

 

[Pineapple Express]

Happy 80th @Dave H !

I hope you enjoy sharing these stories as much as we enjoy reading them. I always appreciate your thoughtful and humorous posts.

 

[Aces]

I feel your pain Dave.
Lost Ken Pearce (Damn good Buddy), my younger Brother and an Auntie this year.
Tired of being sad all the time.

I look forward immensely to this thread each and every year!

I am hoping to make this season the one to come up and give it a whirl with you.
All depends on my wacky work schedule.
But I'll let you know when I might see an opening, and if it meshes we can make plans.

In the interim, All The Best!
Your turn is overdue, so Go get 'Em!

Cheers,
Matt

Unfortunately as we age so do all that are dear to us

 

[Dave H]

Sunday evening and no fish to report.

I did discover that I'm way ahead of myself sometimes and this is one of them.
Friday my pal Peter arrived about 12:30 PM, settled in and I explained carefully what our agenda for the afternoon would be.
I had planned it all out in my head earlier and had everything lined up.

I should note the boat had been flipped on its trailer a few days back, after the hull treatment was complete, so sat ready for the engine, the seat, the tote with safety gear, priest etc.
All we needed was to coordinate our efforts and we'd be good to go, with the launch planned for tomorrow, Monday the 21st.

I explained all that to Peter, making sure he got it all as he has been dealing with Parkinsons for a few years now and is not quite as quick as he used to be on picking up on things.
He listened intently as I walked us through the plan twice, just to be sure, looked at his watch then asked, do you know what the date is today?

"Sure," I replied. "It's the 18th. the day before the big tackle swap/sale at the Tyee clubhouse."

Peter then noted that we had never launched my boat on the 21st. and it would probably do nothing but accumulate seaweed on its bottom while we waited for fish to show up.
I've been told that accumulating seaweed on your bottom is not as sexy as it might sound, so right away I saw Peter's point.

Anyway, the new plan is to launch on the 28th. a week from tomorrow.

I can't believe my timing was out by a week in my careful plan.
I guess I'm not having fun or something, 'cause they say time flies when you're having fun, and here it is, dragging.

Anyway, yesterday, the 19th. saw a bunch of people show up and setup tables and such in order to display whatever they had to sell or swap.
Lots of rods and reels, plugs and spoons and even a couple of rowboats were on display.
I was early so my pics don't show just how many setups there were and after I bought my selection of home-baked goods from the Dragon Boat crew at their table I went home.

Anyway, here are a couple of pics from yesterday morning.





I had thought of maybe setting up to sell plugs and spoons myself, but my marketing skills are based on honesty, and I didn't think a bunch of plugs in the NEVER CAUGHT A THING box next to the NEITHER HAVE WE box of spoons would be conducive to many sales, so I gave up that idea.

Ah well.



Take care.

 

[seadna]

Just take those plugs that have never caught a thing and drag them across some sharp gravel to create artificial teeth marks. Then talk them up as great catching plugs based on all the teeth marks. I think that’s what the guy from whom I bought my plugs did.

 

[Dave H]

With a week since my last post having sped by I decided to put in some filler to get us closer to the day when fish actually arrive, so here we go.

I had a request from someone who shall remain nameless to spice up my thread a bit, and he suggested some discreet nudity might get by, so here's a photo of my boat, naked.


After some humping of engines and seats and totes and the like she dresses up ok.

Just for info, I carry a tote with a throwing line set-up, a whistle, a flashlight, a tape measure, a couple of priests, my ancient gaff, a claw hammer and a couple of small tools in it. Obviously have a big net too.
I have a tiller extender under the rear seat plus a couple gallons of gas and the stern light when it's stored away.
Anyway, the plan is to launch her tomorrow evening when the tide will be higher and then get into some rowing to get in shape.

One of the peripheral pleasures of hanging at the Tyee clubhouse in the evening aside from the Tyee rowboats, is the variety of other boats and ships that pass by. Here's the Celebrity Solstice passing by, struggling hard against an uphill grade.



Here's one of the Holland America ships but I missed its name.



Here's a nice pleasure boat heading north with a large tug heading south with a barge of logs in tow.



And here's the barge with a medium load. I've seen lots bigger barge loads from back when I worked at Juskatla, in 1974.



Until next time......



Take care.

 

[Aces]

Very nice!

 

[Dave H]

Here's the link to the camera at the Tyee Clubhouse.

Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Tyee Club camera

Published Camera on CameraFTP.com | Tyee Pool, Camera located at Tyee Spit Campbell River Big thanks to Bob Main for supplying the camera

www.cameraftp.com

Beautiful evening out with a few hopefuls.

Holding off on my launch but soon, very soon.




Take care.

 

[Dave H]

Here's the old day late routine, as I took this photo last evening as it was exactly one year ago yesterday, the 30th. that this smiling fellow single-handed a 43 lb. 14 oz. Tyee into his boat and claimed the first one of the year.

I give you, Greg Askey.


A few more boats out the last couple of nights but nothing caught worth noting.

Watched a couple of cruise ships play chicken the other night.


Pulses quickened as the ships drew closer and closer.


In the end, the one ship absorbed the other, as can be clearly seen here.
Who knew they cannibalized each other?
Sheesh.


Disclaimer:

The cat made this post while I wasn't looking, and here's the evidence.





Take care.




PS: I just got some inside info as to where a lot of fish are holding and plan to check it out tomorrow night.
I'll let you know.

 

[Dave H]

A Tale Of Two Launchings



A couple of days ago my pal Owen told me he was coming up to launch his rowboat and asked if I would meet him and Laura (his rower) at the ramp, just in case he needed a hand.
That was no problem so not long afterwards there we all were, at the ramp.
Owen told me how he had kept his engine, a Mercury only a year old, during its storage, which entailed making sure the carb never dried out by adding a small amount of gas periodically. He believed that would help when it came time to start it, at the beginning of the Tyee season.

The actual launching of his boat went smoothly, with Owen manhandling it off the trailer while Laura supervised and I wondered just why he might need me, being pretty competent at what he does and all that.

He moved up alongside the boat, got it all ready to start, then turned and with a big grin asked me, "How many pulls?"

I replied, "Two."

He turned and gave it a good pull.

(Photo taken just before he pushed the boat into the water)
Note supervisors, Laura and Phish.


Nothing happened on the first pull.

He gave it a second.
Nothing.

My prediction, based on my belief that he had things all set up, proved to be wrong, big time wrong as it turned out.

The third pull was not the charm, nor were the next 200 or so.

Eventually the sad truth was absorbed, and after recovering a bit Owen manned the oars and headed off for the Coril Air docks.
Laura took Phish for a walk and I went to the Tyee Clubhouse to kill time before heading down to meet Owen.

Walking down the gangway I cast a glance to the far end of the dock where Owen moors his boat and noted he was tied up ok, but he was laid out in the boat, and in the hot afternoon Sun to boot.

I hustled towards him, thinking this might be my one good chance to throw a bucket of cold water over him, but alas, he sat up and appeared ok, despite much shaking of his right arm and some muttered words best not repeated here.

"I don't get it," he exclaimed, before explaining his routine when the engine had been stored and all the keeping of the system wet and all that.
By now the engine was flooded so badly I feared Search and Rescue might show up looking to save victims.

Owen finally conceded defeat and after fully recuperating he, Laura and Phish headed off home, with Phish relieving himself before getting in their vehicle.


The next morning Owen asked if I would go down and see if his engine would start for me.
I went. I tried my best. It wouldn't start.

After receiving this news, Owen said he was on his way to get the engine and take it to a mechanic friend of his.
When he arrived, I met him with my ancient old two-wheel dolly which we used to carry the engine from way down the dock all the way back to his vehicle. We loaded him up and away he went. I threw the dolly in the back of my pickup.

The next day, yesterday, I had planned for pal Peter and I to launch my boat sometime in the afternoon, but Owen called and said his engine had been fixed and he was on his way to put it back on his boat, so why not stop in and grab my boat and launch it then install his engine?

Not long after he arrived and we hooked up my trailer then headed to the ramp.
The launch went as smoothly as could be, neither Peter or I fell in, crushed our testicles or even got wet in the process and quite quickly I was floating and about to tackle the starting of my engine.
I got into position, went through my usual routine then turned and asked, "How many pulls?"

Before I heard his answer, I gave a good sharp pull, and the engine fired right up.
First pull.

Owen showed me what his answer was, but he used the wrong finger, I think.


From there, after I motored down and secured my boat at the Tyee Club dock, we headed to Coril Air to take Owen's engine to his boat, mount it and test it out.
Unfortunately, as I was retrieving my dolly from the back of my truck, I managed to break the old plastic hub with the result one of the wheels fell off, rendering the dolly useless.

Owen ended up carrying his engine on foot all the way to the far end of the dock, where I helped him get it mounted and secured in place.

He positioned himself, went through his pre-start routine then asked, "How many pulls?"

He had mentioned that it had started good at his mechanic pal's place after the problem was diagnosed and fixed, so I once again replied with, "Two".

Six pulls later the engine came to life.

Conclusion, my pre-planning routine resulted in my engine starting on the very first pull after being mounted on my boat.

Owen's theory of keeping his fuel system "wet" during storage had resulted in a gummed-up sparkplug, gummed up carb and generally a situation that precluded the engine being able to be started even after a few hundred pulls.
His gas was a bit suspect and the evaporation of it periodically had left a gummy residue that was not a good thing.



Live and learn.

Photo showing how when rowers all use the same marks they can often get lined up pretty good.

Another crappy night in Paradise.







Take care.

 

[sly_karma]

^ Some of the best fishing stories aren't really about fishing.