Months ago this day seemed so far away and now it was here. My last day of fishing and it would turn out to be our best yet. Nothing fancy, no chasing a specific species, just a day where it was all about numbers.
First stop – The Pit Stop Hole.
This is the half way point between the lodge and the tidal area. Usually the boats will make a quick stop to top off the gas tanks and let the guests have a bathroom break. John, Phil and I lined up and started casting. First cast and all 3 of us hooked into a fish. The Pinks were in thick and they were going to be our bread and butter fish all day. For the next 2 hours we kept at it. John and Phil were pretty much catching fish on every other cast. I on the other hand, wasn’t doing so well. What I lacked in numbers I made up for in variety. They were catching nothing but Pinks, I was catching everything else.
I ended up with 2 “Jack” Kings from this spot along with a pair of male Chum and a pair of Pinks. Tim was keeping track and I think we landed 33 in total before we moved, 100 yards to another sand bar. We lined up once again but this time I set up on the downstream point where the current formed an eddy and pool. 4 straight casts, 4 Pinks hooked and landed. After the 4th fish I moved out and let John move down where he proceeded to do the same thing. Phil was casting out into the main river but was unable to reach the fish. He moved down to where John was and I went back to the boat to break out my Spey rod. I figured it was my last day so from here on in it was “Swing Flies or Die”. I could easily swing a fly through the seam where the fish were holding and on my first cast I hooked into another Silver Salmon.
Once we landed him Tim told me all I needed was a Sockeye to complete a Grand Slam on a fly. Problem was the nearest Sockeye were 40 miles upstream. That wasn’t gonna happen and I really didn’t mind. I was having fun right where I was at. I landed a few more Pinks and John relinquished the point to Phil so he could get in on the action. We didn’t stay here long since it was a small area and hard to fish 3 people. No matter. There were plenty of other places for us to fish. Our main concern was staying dry. The remnants of a typhoon was making it’s way through Bristol Bay and the leading edge of an all day rain was just reaching us. It wasn’t a downpour, just an all day rain. The kind that soaks through the piece of crap raincoat I was wearing. I dealt with it as we bounced around form hole to hole. At our last stop I could see it was mostly Pinks so I put away my Spey rod and broke out the one rod I hadn’t used all week, my 6wt Redington Prospector Switch Rod. As a matter of fact I had yet to catch a fish on this rod. I never liked the line I had on it so I didn’t use it much. The new SA Spey Lite line breathed new life into this rod and it casts like a dream. I ended up landing 7 pinks on it and Tim asked if he could try it out before we were done for the day. After I landed my 30th fish for the day I traded him my rod for the net, and told him to have at it. Even though we still had about an hour left I told him I was done, cast away and I’ll land any fish. He was very appreciative and really liked the way the rod and line performed. So much so that he said when he got the chance he was going to be ordering a bunch of the SA Spey lite lines in different weights. Even John and Phil got in on it and were planning on ordering lines for their switch rods. Once the emphasis was more on the lines instead of the fish we started to pack it in. It had been raining for the last 4 hours and we had a 20 mile boat ride back to camp. Dry clothes and a warm meal were sounding better than catching anymore fish. Besides, between the three of us we landed well over 100 today. This was the kind of day I was hoping for and fortunately I got it. Just wish I could have experienced it with my Dad and Susan.