"There is no fish in the river yet"

Those words rang thru my head this morning as I met blurock (Bree) at the cady park boat ramp. We got a late start rolling it at 9am but it seems the tides play the major factor (or so i though) with pinks. We ran up river and anchored in a promising spot. I started twitching a Joels Jig trouble maker and within 5 minutes had the first fish to the boat. This mayhem continued for the next two hours.

Bree caught one on a little kid push button rod after many failed attempts. We were letting fish go by 9:45. After the tide started to move up the bite slowed a little bit but we picked up a few here and there till about 1 when it died so we moved further up and found a little honey hole and plucked a few more fish out. Bree was the first to limit with a nice fish that inhaled a 50/50 dick-nite. and i spent the next 45min losing fish at the boat trying to get my last one for the day. The last fish i had on was an epic battle between fish and man. Im fishing with a 7' Ultralight and this fish hit and took off. peeling line and digging deep, we were convinced we had a king, get it up to the boat, NOPE, biggest damn humpy I have ever caught.


Final count 19 to the boat, 8 in the cooler. and i don't know how many hook ups. EPIC DAY. Now I have a ice pack on my arm, the drag is siezed up on my reel and I'm coated in dried fish slime. This is what the "odd" years are all about.

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