I went to the local go to guys last week and said "Please teach me what I need to know about fishing for salmon. My Dad is 90 and really needs to catch one." A large chunk of change later I had all the tools and some of the knowledge.
Dad and I went out in old Ugly again Monday. She is home from the boat hospital, finally. They didn't hookup the fish/depth finder, but Dad said we didn't need it cause he didn't think it worked right anyway. Well when the river is this low it's sorta nice to know when you are going to hit a gravel bar. Thankfully the river is clear so you can see the bottom and sorta gauge depth from that.
Jim, a girlfriend's guy went with us. He was practically raised on the river, so was a lot of help. Taught me a bunch of tactics for boondoggling, and drifting, and handling ol Ugly.
|Jim perfecting the art of the birds nest...|
We didn't catch anything, but Dad got some good bumps. He was fishing with roe and Jim was using a sardine wrapped flat fish. We had salmon jumping around us, and could see them swimming, so it wasn't like there were no fish.
Dad went again today and took a friend of his, D. I couldn't go as I had a conference call coming from the doctors.
They didn't catch anything, but had a good time according to Dad.
Later in the evening Dad was raving about what nice a guy D is and how D kept saying he wished I could have come with them. I swear alarms went off in my head. Next thing I know Dad says, "Oh, by the way he wants to date you." "He said he would see you tomorrow night at the poker game here." Date! I haven't been on a date in years, well except for the short kilted guy in the shiny shirt...sigh...