I went to the Narrows park this morning. Got there just after a high tide and no one was there.
Gearing up I put a chum baby on my leader and walked down to the beach. Moving to the right I started seeing fish jumping to the near left. It also appeared to me as if they were moving with each subsequent jump downstream. Quickly I moved in that direction and starting quartering my casts. I started to think maybe the chum baby wasn’t the best for the conditions as I could see nothing in the water, I switched to a pink Puget Sound Slider.
The second cast with the slider (about a 35-foot cast), I got a big tug.
This fish fought, keeping up a constant pull, and putting a good bend in my Sage One six-weight. I stripped the line in to land in the fish in shallow water, but even then it fought and would not settle down. I did get a good look and it was a very nice 13-inch resident Coho. It jumped off the fly before I could get a picture. It then rested for a moment on its own than swam away. It was the first Coho I caught and that first tug was like nothing I experienced before with a sea trout.
And it was significant for another reason: this was the first fish I’ve caught at the Narrows Park – I’d been skunked every time I’d been there in the past. I kept casting and got only one more hit. I left after that.
Sometimes all it takes is the one fish to make a perfect day.