Yesterday I had a bad fishing day. I woke up early (5:30), woke my brother Jed up (his tent is next to ours), pulled on my waders, grabbed my fly pole and walked down the beach to where fishing has been good. Shane and his dad, Moon, where already fishing.
There was no wind. The water was calm.
Schools of pink salmon where coming by us, all around us. You could see them jumping and finning (when you see their fin on top of the water).
My adrenaline was going. But no fish. Shane caught four that morning. Fish where being caught all around us. And I struggled. My fly got tangled. All kinds of problems...
Then the waves started getting bigger, so big that we had to jump when they came in. The inside of my waders filled with water. I was cold, miserable. Totally depressed.
That was yesterday. Today was different.
It was a bit more windy this morning. But this time, when the school of Pink Salmon came by I was ready and waiting. By 8:00am this morning I had caught three Pinks. So far I've caught ten salmon.
I'm fishing so much I don't have time to write.
- Jason
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