Wayne in BC
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we took the big boat (31 foot is darn big to me!) to the west coast of the Island with a couple of "city boys" along. Nice fellas, cousins of a good friend. We wanted to see if the late run of Coho Salmon "Silvers" to many of you folks, was starting.
It is on a trailer and my bro in law pulls the beast with his Hummer. To get to the launch point at Port Alberni is only 20 miles but entails navigating a narrow mountain highway that has a section of 7% grade for 2 miles! Locally and semi fondly known as the "hump", it is intimidating to those who are unfamiliar with our geography here, which is mostly mountains with a few valleys. While we were traveling up the grade, Cliff said, take a look at the "fuel economy" read out on the dash.....it was wavering between 1 and 2 mpg! All 350 of those horses were chowing down!
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A fine sunny day, an unexpected bonus, met us as we travelled up the inlet some 20 miles to out chosen spot. We lost a couple of fish right away, both heavy fish in the 20 lb range and likely "Chinook" Salmon, on the same rod which had a new "squid" type lure i was trying out. Fishing was very slow but we were thoroughly enjoying the day and the guys were appreciative of the scenery, fish were secondary but anticipated.
An hour later we started getting strikes, once again on the new lure, but nothing stuck. We were all disappointed for a while, until suddenly there was huge waterspout and a Humpback whale surfaced and broached a few hundred feet away! The guys had never seen such as this and were real excited, fishing forgotten instantly!
My friend John had his 35 mm camera fortunately and if he scans some pics i will post them.
We watched several of the big beauties blow and wave their tails at us for 1/2 an hour before they sounded and were gone. I reset the lines and once again we tried to catch supper. Lots of "bites" and a couple hours later the wind came up off the open Pacific, making it uncomfortable to fish and we called it a day.
Before putting on the power and heading back to port, i began stowing the tackle and when i began to take off the new lure that had seen all the action, and while making a mental note to buy a couple more, i realised that it had no hook on it!!!!!!! It had broken right at the "eye" on the last fish that one of our greenhorns had fought.
A hard lesson learned, one which i should not have had to.......
A good day to all
Wayne
It is on a trailer and my bro in law pulls the beast with his Hummer. To get to the launch point at Port Alberni is only 20 miles but entails navigating a narrow mountain highway that has a section of 7% grade for 2 miles! Locally and semi fondly known as the "hump", it is intimidating to those who are unfamiliar with our geography here, which is mostly mountains with a few valleys. While we were traveling up the grade, Cliff said, take a look at the "fuel economy" read out on the dash.....it was wavering between 1 and 2 mpg! All 350 of those horses were chowing down!

[attachment 7878 Lifetimer005.jpg]
A fine sunny day, an unexpected bonus, met us as we travelled up the inlet some 20 miles to out chosen spot. We lost a couple of fish right away, both heavy fish in the 20 lb range and likely "Chinook" Salmon, on the same rod which had a new "squid" type lure i was trying out. Fishing was very slow but we were thoroughly enjoying the day and the guys were appreciative of the scenery, fish were secondary but anticipated.
An hour later we started getting strikes, once again on the new lure, but nothing stuck. We were all disappointed for a while, until suddenly there was huge waterspout and a Humpback whale surfaced and broached a few hundred feet away! The guys had never seen such as this and were real excited, fishing forgotten instantly!
We watched several of the big beauties blow and wave their tails at us for 1/2 an hour before they sounded and were gone. I reset the lines and once again we tried to catch supper. Lots of "bites" and a couple hours later the wind came up off the open Pacific, making it uncomfortable to fish and we called it a day.
Before putting on the power and heading back to port, i began stowing the tackle and when i began to take off the new lure that had seen all the action, and while making a mental note to buy a couple more, i realised that it had no hook on it!!!!!!! It had broken right at the "eye" on the last fish that one of our greenhorns had fought.

A good day to all
Wayne