Like mvelasco, I was also on the Vedder yesterday, and at the end of the day decided it was going to be my last kick in the can for the season. There's fewer and fewer fish in decent shape out there, and the days are getting far too short to justify a drive from Vancouver in my truck. Besides, it's getting colder and damper out there, and I am not exactly keen on standing in cold rain all day whipping a fishing rod. If I have to keep my head under the hood of my Kodiak jacket all day without being able to enjoy the surroundings, I'd rather stay home or do something else.
Don't get me wrong. I love to fish, but I don't live to fish.

Yesterday I fished a stretch of slack water known to be quite generous to fly fishermen when they approach it in the right manner (no heavy sinking tips), and I have pulled more than my fair share of fish from that spot. I worked it hard, really hard, and after hooking into a few tomatoes and one decent looking wild fish, I landed what appeared to be a healthy and fresh hatchery doe.
As a rule, I don't kill does because I know that the quality of their meat is inferior to that of the bucks. But I was really craving some coho roe caviar, so I killed it and bled it.
When I dispatched that fish, she was chrome like a dime. But an hour or so later, when I went back to it to gut it, this is what I saw:

The fish had turned considerably in the couple of hours it spent dead out of the water. Pretty pathetic compared to the hatchery buck I killed on Remembrance Day, the picture of which was also taken a couple hours after killing it, just before I would gut it:

Compare the fillets from the two fish side by side:

No need to tell you which one is yesterday's female, eh?
Her meat is so mushy that it is destined for the smoker, while the buck is already vacuum-packed and in deep freeze as part of my winter stash.
But not all is bad about the doe, for she gave me this:

Which I will promptly turned into this:

In addition to the above goodies, I caught an exceptionally fresh chum in the canal on Remembrance Day (with sea lice still attached to it). It is now in the brine after having spent 48 hours in the freezer and another 24 hours defrosting:

I am looking forward to a real feast Sunday evening.

To sum up, while I am sad to be calling it quits for the year, I am thankful for the privilege of having had another great coho season on the magnificent Chilliwack River. I now look forward to doing some other stuff that had been put on hold during my piscatorial pursuits.
To those of you that will be keeping at it, tight lines. The North of the Fraser tributaries are seeing some decent action, too. I'll see you back on the water in late January or early February when I will be searching for the elusive steelhead.
Cheers,
Milo