We hit Jeff Head at 10:00 on Sunday, hoping for some silvers. My grandpa doesn't want to spend all the money on downriggers, so we drift mooch and occasionally troll. We started just west of the yellow buoy and drifted south. My first two times letting line out then reeling up produced definite silver strikes, but they somehow took the bait and eluded the hooks. Fished until 1:00, but nothing doing. Just frikkin' dogfish. Moved up to the bar and started fishing at 1:30. We mooched for a little bit, then I talked my grandpa into trolling a bit. I threw on a flasher and hot spot with my four ounce sinker (which is way too light cause it only sinks it down about 15 feet, but I don't have anything else, no downriggers, remember?) After maybe a minute, BAM the fish slammed my lure and the fight was on. After a good 10 minute fight, we got the fish up. DAMN, a chinook, about 7lb. Oh well. fished another hour on the east bar, then moved to the west bar. Now for a weird story. My grandpa is fishing about 55 feet and he is telling me some story about something ...when i was your age - HOLY S**T His rod almost snapped at the hit. Had to be a big slab of a king. We get it up, and its a dogfish - but it was about five feet long and easily weighed 30 pounds. Now my grandpa has mooched herring for over 50 years and has never even seen one that big. I tried to talk him into keeping just for a state record, but the last thing he wants is a big dogfish in his boat, so out comes the .22 - just kidding - we cut the leader and off he swims. About another hour later, my grandpa releases another chinook, this one about 10 pounds. but no silvers!!

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