Late Fall on the Columbia River

There was a break in the weather this weekend, so we decided to get the boat out of the garage and head out on the Columbia River to do some catch and release sturgeon fishing.   Two wonderful friends, Justin and Bob, met me at the house on Saturday morning and off we went.  Once the boat was in the water, I headed north (down river), about 3 miles, got anchored up, and the lines in the water.

Justin's first sturgeon

Justin’s first sturgeon

It wasn’t long until we started getting bites and Justin got hooked into a nice size fish.  If you have never had one on the line, it can be quite an experience as they pull really hard and can take a lot of line in a hurry.  After a good fight, we were able to get it into the boat and took a few pictures then back in the water.  There were a lot of high fives and smiles to go around.  I got the lines back in the water and we waited.  After a good hour or so with not even a sniff, I decided we needed to move to a different location.  We pulled the anchor and moved upriver about a half mile and got the lines back in the water.  Almost immediately the bites began to come again and Bob was able to hook into another great fish…

Look at the smile!

Look at the smile!

As Bob was fighting his fish, I picked up one of the other rods to get it into the boat, and hooked another fish! It was chaos for 10 minutes or so as we danced around each other trying to keep the lines from tangling.  I got my fish to the boat first and released so I could concentrate on helping Bob get his in.  The picture above says it all!  It wasn’t 15 minutes later, and the rain starting coming in, so we pulled the anchor and headed back to the house.  My beautiful wife had a big pot of soup ready for us when we got home.  A great day for sure.

Evening colors on the river

Evening colors on the river

 

Sunday morning, Diane and I got up, had a nice breakfast and decided that the weather was still too nice not to go fishing.  We loaded up the boat and Abby and headed out to the same place as I had gone yesterday.  As we traveled down river,  Abby ran from one end of the boat to the other in excitement and Diane and I looked at each other with a big smile on our faces- it was going to be a good day even if we didn’t catch any fish.  Twenty minutes later, I got the boat into position, the anchor down, and our lines in the water.  There wasn’t even time to get a beer opened before Diane had a heavy fish on the end of her line…..

bending the rod

bending the rod

keeping the line tight!  Great job!

keeping the line tight! Great job!

 

Fifteen minutes later, the fish was in the boat and a big smile on her face…

beautiful fish and day

beautiful fish and day

 

I hooked up just a little later…

my sturgeon

my sturgeon

 

We spent another couple hours on the water watching the river go by and decided to call it a day.  There is nothing like two great fall days spent with wonderful friends and family on the river…..

 

Tight Lines..

 

 

 

 

Spring and Summer Fun- 2013

Diane and I have had a busy spring/summer this year, and as we move into the monsoon season in the Northwest, we thought we would recap what we’ve been up to.  We continued fishing for kokanee during the months of April and into May with good success.. We are still learning this fishery, next spring will be better…

Kokanee- Lake Merwin

Kokanee- Lake Merwin

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In the cooler it went!

We also did a little sturgeon fishing, this was the last year for keeping sturgeon, so we made the best of it…

Abby waiting for the bite

Abby waiting for the bite

It didn't take long!

It didn’t take long!

Let's get another one Mama!

Let’s get another one Mama!

A great fish for Diane

A great fish for Diane

Wow!

Wow!

And another!

And another!

Annalysa gets in the game

Annalysa gets in the game

Tannyr's first sturgeon.  This was a proud moment for us!

Tannyr’s first sturgeon. This was a proud moment for us!

Even got Darrin in the game!  His first sturgeon as well

Darin with his very first sturgeon

Thanks Mama for taking me fishing today!

Thanks Mama for taking me fishing today!

I'll guard the fish!

I’ll guard the fish!

Next up, a great trip to the San Juan’s with our best friends Darin and Karin for ling cod and shrimp… Some of the best times of our lives are spent here.

Home away from home

Home away from home

Like no place on earth

Like no place on earth

Diane's first ling

Diane’s first ling

one for the grill

one for the grill

teeth anyone?

teeth anyone?

Darin gets in the act

Darin with his best ever ling

nothing like a little Jack to get the day going

nothing like a little Jack to get the day going

keep your hands away from that mouth..

keep your hands away from that mouth..

great eats!

best eating fish bar none!

a fish of a lifetime!

a fish of a lifetime!

where's Waldo?

my best Kilroy imitation

setting the shrimp pots

setting the shrimp pots

pulling the pots- there's 600 foot of line to coil

pulling the pots- there’s 600 foot of line to coil

a full pot, time to grade them out

a full pot, time to grade them out

they're everywhere!

they’re everywhere!

what a great smile

what a great smile and a job well done!

nice fish, Erik!

nice fish, Erik!

let's go already

let’s go already

at the top of Henry

at the top of Henry

best friends, best of times..

best friends, best of times..

a great day

a great day

Wescott Bay

Wescott Bay

spring flowers on Henry Island

spring flowers on Henry Island

shrimp and ling cod- nothing finer!shrimp and ling cod- nothing finer!

And of course, we caught a LOT of salmon!

early March in the San Juan's

early March in the San Juan’s

Jay got us started with this nice blackmouth

Jay got us started with this nice blackmouth

fish scales are always a sign fishing is good

fish scales are always a sign fishing is good

fish on!

fish on!

one for the table

one for the table

Darin with a really nice blackmouth

Darin with a really nice blackmouth

day's catch

day’s catch

stack em up Jay!

stack em up Jay!

we love silvers!

we love silvers!

another silver for the cooler

another silver for the cooler

let's have some kings too..

let’s have some kings too..

plugging the boat

plugging the boat

A great day's fishing!

A great day’s fishing!

As we move into the fall and winter season, there are always more to do and catch.  Winter kings, steelhead, and silvers to name a few.  It has been a wonderful year so far, filled with love, adventure, and great times fishing. ….

Tight Lines!

Kokanee

Trolling for Kokanee

Trolling for Kokanee

Last Sunday, Diane and I took our little boat up to Lake Merwin to try our hand at kokanee fishing.  We had never fished for them before, but after reading a couple of blog posts and watching a fishing show on Saturday night, we decided to give it a try.  I put the boat on the hitch and we enjoyed the scenery on the 30 minute drive up the Lewis River on the way to our destination.  Once there, we got the boat in the water and headed out across the smooth surface.

calm day on the water

calm day on the water

I got the poles rigged and into the depths. To both of our surprise,  it was only about 10 minutes till we had the first one on and into the boat.  Great start to a great day!  From there however, not another nibble was seen and I spent a lot of time untangling lines.

Our first and only kokanee today...

Our first and only kokanee today…

We are new to this kind of fishing, and after further reading,  discovered that we need to purchase some different types of gear to become more effective catching fish and less effective getting tangled.  Even though we didn’t catch a lot of fish, it was an awesome day spent with  just the two of us on the water, fishing and laughing together!

lots of fish in the water

lots of fish in the water

 

reflections on a great day

reflections on a great day

 

 

 

Tight Lines………

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Blackmouth in the San Juans

038This last weekend, Darin and I went up to Scout Patch to see if we could put some fresh salmon in the boat.  We left early Saturday morning and took the ferry from Anacortes over to Friday Harbor.  An hour later,  we  jumped in the Hewescraft moored there,  motored over to Scout Patch to pick up the downriggers, poles, and tackle box, and got busy.  After rigging up, we headed to Rocky Bay and put the poles in.  Fishing for blackmouth in  winter is a hot or cold proposition, one day can be fantastic, the next very difficult to scratch even one up to the boat.  The key is finding long stretches of fairly deep water with a sandy bottom,  and fish the area with scaled down replica’s of needlefish as lures.  The salmon seem to hang in these areas feeding on what is remaining of the prodigious amounts of baitfish left over from the summer.  We fished for a couple of hours around high tide and were only able to put one of these tasty fish in the boat for our efforts.

Beautiful end to a beautiful day...

Beautiful end to a beautiful day…

The next morning, we got up early and headed out to the Speiden channel to fish a local hotspot.  We found the sandbar, set the GPS waypoints, and got the lures into the depths.  Back and forth and back and forth we went.  We were marking some fish, but just couldn’t seem to get one on the line.

Paradise

Paradise

Monday morning found us again out on the water looking for at least one more fish before we caught the ferry back home.  This time, we stacked the odds and enlisted one of the locals to help us out.  Gene drove the boat over to Eureka Bay and put us on the sandbar immediately and started trolling.  It wasn’t long before we started marking some small bait balls on the bottom.  This is what we were looking for.  We were eight or nine passes through when Darin’s pole lit up and we put a 7-8 pound chinook in the boat.  Expectations ran high, but alas, this was the only fish caught.

Great eats!!

Great eats!!

We loaded up and caught the ferry back to Anacortes.  The ocean was glass and the sun was shining on a cold winter day.  As the ferry made it’s way across the water, I reflected back on what a great weekend it was and how much I love this beautiful place…….

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Tight lines!

Big changes coming to the Columbia River and its tributaries

There has been a lot of jostling between the government entities and sports and commercial fisheries this last year.  A major attempt is being made to move commercial gill netting out of the river.  The following article from the Oregonian newspaper highlights the changes that are coming.  For me, most of the changes will make no difference in how and when I fish.  One change, no retention of sturgeon, has me fairly upset.  The sportsmen is paying for the lack of federal government policy concerning Stellar Sea Lions and their impact on the lower Columbia fish stocks.  Because these pinnipeds are listed as federally protected, they are off limits to hazing or removal even though it has been scientifically shown that they are the major player in reduction of fish stocks, including ESA listed endangered salmon runs.  My belief is that without a change in this policy, there will be a continued decline in sturgeon and protected salmon returns no matter what other actions are taken.  Below is the article, notice how no mention of Stellar Sea lions is made…….

Moving gill-nets off the mainstem Columbia River carries a price for sport anglers. 
 
Or, rather, price(s). 
 
An array of packaged decisions — some not quite finalized — await fish and wildlife commissions in Oregon and Washington when they meet Dec. 6 and 7 in Portland and Dec. 14 in Olympia. 
 
A joint-state committee of members from each commission, assisted by their respective departments and an array of sport and commercial representatives, has written off on the basics of a proposal far more wide-reaching than the failed attempts of the past to move commercial salmon fishing into off-channel zones. 
 
Even as a participant in 2009, I would never have imagined the scope of looming changes — or the speed with which they’re approaching. 
 
While plenty of angst is fertilizing sportfishing websites, none of the proposals is particularly daunting. Commercial netters will bear the brunt of the trauma, despite Gov. John Kitzhaber’s pledge to minimize their losses. Hopefully, sport anglers understand the critical importance of a strong commercial fishery in the lower Columbia River. 
 
The proposal calls for an end to mainstem non-tribal gill-netting by 2017, with a phased approach, putting more and more of the mainstem catch into the nets of anglers. It also increases hatchery plants in off-channel Select Area Fishery Enhancement (SAFE) zones such as those in Youngs Bay, Tongue Point and Blind Slough on the Oregon side of the river and Deep River on the Washington shore. 
 
Commercial fishing in the mainstem will not end, just the use of gill-nets. More selective commercial methods, already under development, will be used to mop up runs of hatchery salmon after sport seasons are done. Incidental commercial mortalities of protected wild salmon will be reduced to near-zero. 
 
Highlights of the proposal: 
 
SAFE zones: Sportfishing in SAFE zones, allowed now, will end. Gill-nets will be allowed. 
 
Buffers will be established outside the entrances of the SAFE areas. The gill-net community originally asked for a closure of the popular Buoy 10 fishery west of the Astoria-Megler Bridge to protect early returning chinook headed for Youngs Bay. 
 
Ed Bowles, fisheries chief for the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife, said a no-fishing zone immediately outside the bay is more likely, although not from the bridge to the Hammond boat harbor entrance or all the way across the shipping channel to Desdemona Sands. “It’s got to be geographically identifiable,” he said. 
 
New off-channel areas are most likely to be researched on the Washington side of the river. The Cathlamet Channel has received much of the initial attention, although Bowles said enough protected upriver salmon use the passage that smaller tangle-nets might have to be used instead of gill-nets. 

Barbless hooks:
 Washington has wanted to shift to barbless hooks for several years on the Columbia River and its tributaries and Bowles said it’s now probable. 

 
“But it’s going to be barbless, not a single-hook rule,” he said. In other words, treble hooks will still be allowed as long as they’re barbless. 
 
The rule will allow fish to be more easily released, with less potentially harmful handling. Idaho anglers have been using barbless hooks for salmon for several years without problems. 
 
How far the rule will extend into Oregon tributaries remains a question. They include the Willamette, Clackamas and Sandy rivers, all of which might potentially shift to barbless-hook fishing. 
 
Bowles said his staff is still reviewing Oregon’s proposals and hopes to publish a draft — including barbless hook requirements — by Tuesday afternoon. 
 
Columbia River surcharge: 
Washington anglers already pay an $8.75 fee in addition to their license and tags to fish on the Columbia River and its tributaries (there’s that word again). 

 
Oregon will follow suit, Bowles said. The amount of the fee and where it may apply (read: tributaries) remain to be settled by Tuesday afternoon, but Bowles said his staff is leaning toward Washington’s model. 
 
This, incidentally, will not be a commission decision. Only the Oregon Legislature can establish fees. 
 
Hatchery production shifts:
 Hatcheries will send more of their salmon smolts to SAFE areas and release fewer in tributaries. 

 
Remember, though, while that may seem a severe reduction in the number of returning fish for sport anglers in tributaries, the absence of a mainstem commercial gill-net fishery also allows more returning fish to get upriver. 
 
In the case of the Willamette River, for example, 1 million, or 20 percent of the hatchery production of about 5 million smolts , will be sent to SAFE zones beginning in 2013. 
 
But without gill-nets in the mainstem, more of the returning adults from the remaining 4 million will return past the Portland skyline. 
 
“It’s about a wash,” Bowles said. 
 
Sturgeon: All retention fishing for sturgeon in the lower Columbia and Willamette rivers –sport and commercial — is destined to end in 2013. 
 
Bowles said that includes the SAFE zones. 
 
Sturgeon are in decline and a retention ban was probably in the stars regardless of the gill-net issue. 
 
Summer chinook:
 Commercial fishing for summer chinook will be phased out by 2017 and they’ll become an all-sport fishery in the lower Columbia. 

 
Public testimony will be taken by both commissions in their December meetings, Bowles said. 
 
Any differences on minor points will be ironed out by the time the Columbia River Compact meets in January and February to set new rules for the Columbia. 

Do your part, go to these meetings and make your voice heard.  You can bet that I will be there…….

 

Tight Lines…

 

A foggy weekend in Little Italy

Early morning fog

Two weekends ago, Diane and I took a trip down to one of our old haunts, Garibaldi, OR, to visit some dear friends and do a little fishing in Tillamook Bay.  For the last couple of years we have travelled there nearly every weekend from September to the end of October to fish.  A large run of fall chinook salmon migrate through the bay and into one of the five rivers that flow into it, and the fishing is usually quite good.  We have had success here and were looking forward to hooking into one of the 30 plus pounders this bay is famous for.  These fish are fiesty beasts, fat from a summer of feeding in the fertile waters of the northern pacific, and full of the wild spirit that makes their pursuit an almost mythical experience.  One takedown from a large chinook in the shallow waters of the bay will change your fishing perspective forever.

sun waves

We started early on Saturday morning, heading straight to a place in the bay known as the ghost hole.  I have no idea where the name came from, but I do know its shallow waters can hold a lot of fish.  The standard pattern here is to troll a cut plug herring up and down the shoreline and hang on.  The waters range from a nail biting two feet to little over sixteen.  It’s strange fishing here after spending time in the deep ocean waters of the San Juan’s, and honestly, I struggled a bit.  The ghost hole requires your constant attention, adjusting your line depth up and down to match the contour of the bottom, watching for the large patches of sea grass that float in and out with the tide, making sure your herring is spinning correctly, and avoiding the fifty other boats that ply the same waters as you.  It’s nerve racking!  After about forty five minutes of watching me struggle to keep it all together, Diane put her hand on my arm and gently  reminded me that it was ok,  all was well, and the fish would come.

traffic jam

We fished the hour before and the hour after the tide change and came up with a big zero on the scoreboard.  We were blessed to see several fish caught however, and it was easy to blame our lack of fish on being rusty on the waters here.

The next morning, we loaded into the boat right at sunrise and headed up to the bay bar, a place of concern on a good day, a very dangerous, life taking place when it’s rough.  It is so dangerous that the Coast Guard has a permanent outpost right on the jetty to respond immediately in times of danger.  This day however, the waters were calm and the bar held nothing more dangerous than a continuous pattern of large swells that are easily manageable if you pay attention.  In went the lines, and we were fishing.  Fishing among a few hundred other boats that had the same plans as us……..

A crowded fishy place

We left the lines in for a couple of hours and trolled our way in and out of the ocean and bay hoping to connect with at least one fish before the sun started its trek into the afternoon.  I had one really good takedown that didn’t stick, and that was the sum total of our action for the day.  On the way back to the marina, I could feel the disappointment creeping in and fought hard to keep it in check.  As we got closer and I pulled the boat off plane, I started to feel a little better, the beauty of this place has a way of doing that. The drive home through the coastal range was good, the Wilson River road is winding,and a canopy of deep green trees covers you with nature’s beauty like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day…………..

Tillamook Head

The old Coast Guard station, a new one was built in the early 70’s

Coast Guard station

Waters of the ghost hole…

Tight Lines………….

O’ Henry!

Sunset over the islands

Diane and I travelled to the San Juan Islands this last weekend to go fishing and relax with our good friends Erik, Darin, and Karin.  Erik and his wife Andrea own a small slice of heaven on Henry Island, and were most gracious with their invitation to join them.  I have fished there a couple of times before and was very excited to be back, as not only is the fishing great, but the islands have a very calming effect on my soul.  In fact, I had told Diane previously that I believe that the San Juan’s are probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.  She was somewhat skeptical of my boast, but was eager to see for herself what all the yapping was about

We left early from work on Friday and pointed the FJ north full of anticipation for the weekend ahead of us.  Little did we know that the trip there would be an ordeal in itself.  Traffic seemed a little heavier than usual, but we chalked it up to the warm sunny weather and a Friday afternoon with people wanting to start their weekend early.  It normally takes about 4 1/2 hours to get to the marina at Twin bridges, this crazy day  we spent almost 6 hours in the traffic!  I can get impatient in traffic, and had to keep telling myself to breathe in through the nose and out of the mouth…..

 

stuck in traffic!!

Once we finally broke out of the mess, we motored our way to the marina and as luck would have it, Karin and Darin arrived at the same time!  The boat was sitting in the water ready for us.   We quickly loaded our gear in the Grady as the sun was starting to go down and we didn’t want to travel in the dark.  As soon as I threw off the bow lines and stepped into the boat, I felt all the stress of the week and the day slip away.  Such a wonderful feeling!  Darin and I put the girls in life preservers, put the throttle down, and we were finally on our way.

All the stress of the week left in the wake…

 

enjoying the view

 

The water was glass, even across the Rosario Straits, which can be very nasty at times, and we made good time.  The many islands that make up the San Juan’s were in full view, the trees and rocky beaches even more beautiful in the fading sunlight.  I felt very blessed to be in this wonderful place….

We finally arrived, Erik was waiting for us with a cold beverage and a great spaghetti dinner, and we were very thankful.  Diane was speechless, she couldn’t believe how beautiful this place is.

 

 

 

Guemes Island

 

 

Fading rays of the sun

 

 

Sinking sun

 

Honey, when we get there, use this immediately!

 

 

We all went to bed early, it had been a long day, and Darin, Erik, and I were to be up early and on the water.  5:00 am came to soon as always, and we gathered our gear and hit the waves.

On the way to our destination, we stopped and picked up Gene, a local to the area, and we hoped, a man that could get us into some salmon.  A few minutes later, Lime Point stood wrapped in the early morning sun off the port side of the Grady, and the lines were in the water.  A green and white hoochie tied behind a flasher is the setup of choice.  Down riggers are a necessity to get your offerings into the deep water where the fish are feeding.

 

Sunrise over Lime Point

 

It wasn’t long before Gene’s pole began to dance, and he quickly set the hook and the fight began.  At first, it looked to be a good fight, but soon became evident that it wasn’t a salmon on the line, but a dog fish.  The disappointment lay like a blanket, but hey, a fish on the line is better than nothing at all….

 

what’s on the end of the line?

 

Looks like a shark, smells like a shark, must be a shark! We will not eat this beast from the deep….

 

 

Waiting for the takedown

 

On the water, my favorite place in the world

 

And so the rest of the morning went.  We had one other take down, but the fish didn’t stick and we failed to get anything else to even glance at our lines.  At about 9:00, Gene got a whiff of bacon from one of the cabins on the water’s edge, and decided he had had enough and needed to strap on the feedbag.  Seeing as the action was out of this world, we decided to drop him off at the dock, check our crab pots then get a little something to eat ourselves.  The crab pots yielded nothing edible, and after a great fried egg sandwich, we decided to go on a water tour around the islands.  Diane and Karin piled into the Grady, and we went on a couple hour tour of some of Erik’s favorite spots, including a stop at Westcott Bay to pick up some oysters and clams for the night’s dinner.  We were hoping that the afternoon’s fishing would add a salmon to the menu, and there was lots of talk amongst each other speculating on where the fish were.

Beautiful yacht

 

The Hotel De Haro at Roche Harbor. Thousands of pictures and paintings have been done of this beautiful place.

Henry Island Madrone trees

 

The afternoon found us back on the water and looking for fish.  We headed south, out into the Harro Straights, and ran down the coastline of San Juan Island until we got to where it looked like a salmon or two might be hiding. The limit in area 7 is two salmon, of which only one can be a chinook.  Also, all chinook must be adipose fin clipped.  Earlier in the month, Erik got into a nice school of sockeyes and we long lined the center pole with a sockeye killer lure in hopes of hooking one of these tasty fish.  There were school after school of baitfish in the water around us, thousands and thousands of herring, anchovies, and candlefish.  The salmon should have been there gorging themselves on all the available chow, but we couldn’t find them, and the afternoon wore on till our patience ran out and we headed back to Henry.

The evening found us having a few cocktails, telling a few fish stories, and thinking about dinner.  Darin fired up the BBQ, and after a good wash, placed the oysters carefully on the grate.

Wescott Bay oysters- sweet, salty, and absolutely delicious!

 

Now Diane has never liked oysters, but after some serious goading by the rest of us decided that she would try one, but only one.  Darin picked out the best of the bunch, shucked that sucker open and handed it to her to try.  With a face only a mother could love, she tentatively tried a few nibbles.  We all stood around her waiting for those first words….. “Wow, those are really good!”   After wolfing down a couple more, she appears to have changed her mind on the matter….

I’m only trying one!

 

Yep, this is good!

 

BFF’s

 

These oysters rock!

 

Erik’s turn

 

Next on the menu- clams in white wine, garlic, and butter. doesn’t get any better than this!

 

Great dinner, surrounded by great people!

 

After a spectacular dinner, we all adjourned out to the point to watch the sun go down.

 

sailing into the sunset

 

Scout Patch, namesake of Erik and Andrea’s piece of paradise…

 

Sunset from Scout Patch, the end of a great day!

 

The next morning found Erik, Darin, and me on the water again.  This time we headed further south, Eagle Point our destination.  the water was glass and the beauty immeasurable..

morning splendor

 

We soon got the gear in the water and suddenly found ourselves surround by killer whales.  There were about 50 or so of these beautiful animals all around us.  There were huge schools of bait fish in the water, and the whales were getting busy, eating as much as they possibly could before the bait balls disappeared for day.

 

Mom teaching her young calf how to get after it!

 

a big bull spying on us

 

king of the ocean..

 

The whales around us were spectacular and we spent a good deal of time watching them play and feed.   We decided to troll back with the current towards home, with one eye on the whales and one eye on our fishing rods.  It wasn’t long till my line starting going crazy,  I had a fish on!  It turned out to be a small native chinook and we took one quick picture and then put it back to the deep where it came.

 

the only salmon of the trip, a small native that had to be returned

 

The trip back took us about 3 hours.  Every time we passed over an underwater ledge, we hooked a ling cod.  It is not ling season so we couldn’t keep any of them, but they were fun to catch and it kept us busy.

 

Nice ling- too bad we couldn’t keep any of them

 

It was getting late in the morning, and we needed to get back so Erik could catch his plane home.   The rest of the morning was spent tidying Scout Patch up and packing our stuff for the trip back.  It was a somber time, none of us wanted to think about the Monday ahead.  We loaded the Grady, and headed back to Twin Bridges, the smooth waterways filled with sailboats.  The long ride back gave me plenty of time to contemplate on the beauty of the weekend and the happiness I felt in my soul.  We may not have caught a lot of fish, but I would not want to spend a weekend any other way……

 

Tight Lines!

 

The ride home…