Wow. What a difference a day makes! I was out with Bob the day before.
We found a "few" fish in all that sun.
Here's a 34 pound buck that I punched on my card. Honestly, this photo doesn't do it justice, as it wasn't that "dark". I had the digital camera in the wrong mode. D'oh!
This photo was heavily touched up just to get all the purple and glare out of it. At least the fish looks like crap.
Hey Bob, how did your photo turn out? Hopefully, better than this one.
Here's a nice upper 20's fish that was let go. We let go several fish in this class. Nice fish, but not nice enough.
Notice my nice black eye? This is what will happen to you if you do not listen to Bob and "wait...wait...wait" once your rod gets hit. After a good smacking by Bob, I got with it, and caught a few fish.
Ok, not really. Actually, FishGal just slapped me around for kicks and giggles.
After punching a couple more fish, we tried hard all day to get at least one nice chrome coho for the BBQ. Never did hit a coho. But, at the "Last Chance Hole", AKA the take out, with a few feet left of the drift, this nice chrome 29 pound fish decided to chomp on the K-15 I named OBAP (One Bad Arse Plug).
Windy Bill and I had a great trip with Bob again. A true First Class adventure from start to end.
Thanks Bob and Corey! Maybe *next* year I'll get a fish on a Parker Hoochie Spinner.