To say that this past year has been busy is a major understatement and to say the least when compared to everything else in life, fishing and blogging for that matter dropped down the priority list. However after a long break in things I finally got back after some sea-run cutthroat at one of my favorite spots.
I arrived at estuary at low tide, in hopes that the cutthroat would be pushing into the river mouth behind the salmon. As it would have it, while the salmon weren't moving in quite yet the cutthroat were waiting for them. I started out with a prawn pattern and within a couple of casts I got my first cutthroat, a chunky 12" trout that fought valiantly on my 6 weight. I spent a good half an hour in this spot and landed another three cutthroat before the fish seemed to wisen up. I decided to head upstream. I switched to my one of my ever dependable sea-run buggers on the way upstream and in the next hole up I missed another decent cutthroat, then hooked into an even nicer one that looked to be about 18" to 20". However I didn't get a very good hookset after a few jumps he got the better of me.
Salmon season is underway (spawned out summer chum)
As I got upstream the cutthroat were tucked along the undercut banks seemed pretty interested in the sea-run bugger. Even when they were already full of salmon smolts they were still couldn't help themselves, such as this beauty below.
Gotta love cutthroat, they just don't know when enough is enough
By the time I was working my way downstream, the tide was flooding in earnest and sure enough the salmons started pushing. Working my way down a side channel I would see a wake coming upstream toward me as a school of coho worked its way over a bar. I cast my sea-run bugger downstream and gave it a couple of twitches just in front of the school and as fate would have it, one of the coho broke away from the pack and grabbed my fly. This coho was big, and seemed to use its brute strength to its advantage make several good runs and putting my 6 wt to a real test before finally coming to hand. This definitely felt quite rewarding as last year I hooked 7 or so without landing a single one and the year before I went one for thirteen. One for one, not bad!
My first coho in two years.
As luck would have it right as I got my fly out of this coho and got him on his way, another school pushed through the shallows. As fate would have it, the previous situation replayed itself, this time the coho was a little bit smaller, but what is was lacking in size it made up for in fight and put up quite an aerial display. Luckily I got a good hookset on it and after a few minutes of tug of war, I was able to bring the beautiful 26" buck in. With the tide in at this point the coho seemed to be done push and I needed to get out before being stranded. So I cut my losses (or gains) and got out while I still could.
2 for 2!! Great way to end the day!
Time to head home!