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While I could ride this soap box like it's a winning derby racer, this is a fishing blog so . . .
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One of the great things about fishing--even when you're on water you've hit dozens or hundreds of times--is that you never really know what to expect. Chase salmon in small or medium-sized streams and it gets even more unpredictable. Add in the fact that I hadn't fished this water since 2005 (on my wedding day, no less) and I really didn't know what I'd find.
|An old friend at low flows.|
|As expected, a little late for the pinks.|
|Pink redds exposed by low flows.|
|A chrome coho about 14 inches long caught swinging an FMF.|
|Pulled out from right on top of the last one.|
|Another, for scale|
I went to bed that night excited for the next evening when I had a little more time to get out after my meetings. Of course, it rained like it only can in Southeast and when I went to the river the next day the water had raised about three feet. Standing ankle deep in the river but ten feet back into the woods, I made a dozen or so halfhearted casts into the milky-mud flow before turning back and calling it a day.
With any luck, the people who want to privatize the Tongass and turn it into a stump farm won't get their way and, when I return next time, the flows will be perfect and every coho will have spent at least two years in the ocean.
* Yes, I too pay federal taxes. But the state pays me and this too often is the mentality up here.