Starting to sound like a broken record but Gwyn and I came up empty today again.
We arrived at 6:30am but 6 fellows had the same idea as us and were heading up to the spot we had hoped to fish. So instead of getting trampled in a stampede we decided to reload our equipment into the trucks and drive to the head of the Vedder Canal.
We had the spot to ourselves but maybe that should have told us something as there was no fish there either, so we were once again on the move to hot spot #3, Gwyn's choice this time.
About 10 other anglers there and as we moved to the top of the line of mostly liners we only saw one jack coho laying in the sand.
We both had a few take downs in the 45 minutes we were there but they mostly likely were smolts of some sort as we could not make any solid contact.
A few fish were showing themselves but not as many as there should be at this time of year.
I mentioned to Gwyn if breakfast would be more interesting than this futile attempt to break my fishless streak and he agreeded if I do the buying.
We break down our rods admitting defeat once again as we pick our way past the now disminished line of also dejected anglers with the lone jack still the only fish on the beach.
During breakfast we had to admit to several inquires on how our fishing was going, or not going.
After we have a good and filling breakfast of eggs, hot cakes, farmers sausage and 4 cups of coffee Gwyn decides to head home.
To escape work on the renovations at home I decide to do some exploring and walk from Lickman Road to Peach Road on the Rotary Trail side but find no water to my liking. Found a couple of floats and 5 beer cans so the walk was not a total loss and good exercise after that hearty breakfast.
Long linning going on big time just above Lickman and saw about 5 or 6 springs and chum hooked on the way up and on the walk back, all foul hooked.
Stopped for 5 minutes on the way back and watched the show, and wondered what enjoyment they were getting out of hooking fish this way. The fellows there shouted with excitement each time they made contact with all parts of the fish's anatomy with more losses than landed.
It is always good for a giggle or two as a fish on meant on more than one occassions they had a couple of other anglers from the far side on as well as the fish with tangled lines and floats. They seem to take it all in stride.
Should take the video camera down one day and get a clip for America's Funnest Video's.
Leaving the show behind I am interviewed by the creel survey person at the parking lot and she has checked very few fish since daylight including only 2 coho. Her report made me feel a little better.
I head for KWB for a look see and more foul hooked fish including one angler I had to remind to release his chum hooked in the dorsal fin after he had another angler net for him. I had to inform them as well to not bring it up on the beach to take out the hook.
So much education is needed for these new anglers.
He mumbled something about others taking fouled hooked fish yesterday, because of all the illegal netting that was going on, this was his reasoning.
I said that does not make it allright for sports anglers to take foul hooked fish as I left him to untangle the buck's teeth from the net.
Checking the watch it was 12:30 and time to head home and hope for better days ahead, they can not get much worse.
As I tell Lew, after each cast you are always one cast closer to a fish, hopefully it will be tomorow, even if it means I have to head to Rodney's hot spot.
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Topic: Oct. 7th Skunked Again On The Vedder (Read 9874 times)