Sometimes everything goes right. I met a young man recently, new to the Oregon Coast, who saw me fishing and started to ask questions about what, how, when, and even why. I offered help on lines, gave him a few flies and pointed him to the river.
Less than a week later, I saw him walk down to a place where there are often twenty or thirty people fishing spinners and bait, but at the moment it was vacant, and so he stood there in sandals and made a few casts. Shortly after, he hooked a spring chinook – when others had been fishing days without so much as a glimmer of a bite.
A fellow in the parking lot shouted, hey the fly guy got one on! He went to his truck and got a net and it shortly came in quite handy. So Jamie got his first springer – on a fly. From the bank. With a lot of applause and onlookers, as is the case with anything that goes on in Pacific City.
Way to go Jamie. The only way to catch a fish is to throw your fly into the water.
Jay Nicholas – July 2014