Lest anyone think springers to the fly are easy or common here in Oregon. The bay is practically deserted. I put in early and fished the north flats. Then south flats. No fish or fellow anglers.
Determined was I. Bored was I. Lonely. Does trolling a Comet count as fly fishing?
The tide turned. Heading for the boat ramp, I see two Kings roll in 3′ of water. Anxious to set up and cast before turn of tide. I anchor in a foot of water, ease into the water (darn near fell in), and cast from a sand bar.
Wind howls. No more salmon show. The water calls for a floating line.
At the takeout I contemplate an afternoon strategy. Different bay. The salmon were there last night. Just couldn’t get a fish to take my fly. Maybe tonight.
Eternal optimism.
JN
PS: Heading south looking for willing salmon. Unknown electronic glitch inserted this photo on phone camera. Clearly not my meal. No way. I had salad – no dressing. Really.
Hey Jay,
Give me a hollar if you want to swing flies for a springer down my way. We still have fresh fish moving through. Moss is getting a bit thick with the warmer water. Dean
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