Things get out of whack when uploading posts, from memory, for a few days in the past. I write this blog like I’m writing it on the actual day, because it is not a good idea for people to know where one actually is when travelling (except my children who get GPS updates on my location throughout each day). My days are off numbered, and I don’t know when this happened. I have made a spreadsheet so I can check each date with the numbered day of the trip. However, this is the second time I’ve goofed up. No hand written paper trail, just like voting.
I puttered around in the van until time to head to the river to start fishing two hours before high tide. I put on the gear, walked down to the water, and felt really scummy. There would be no way that a fish could see the fly, so if one was hooked it would be foul hooked of “lined” like a Red Salmon. I did throw the line out a couple of times, then headed back to the van. There would be no honor is catching a fish in this river today. Not surprisingly though, the highest number of Silver Salmon this year was yesterday during the huge blowout of the river.
Since it would take several days, and with rain forecasted for tomorrow, it may not clear up until the Silver Salmon run is over on the Anchor River. And karma struck me. As I was leaving the river, I grabbed my net and got stung by a yellow jacket, on my left thumb near the nail. Aarrgghh. It hurt bad and my thumb swelled up to double it’s normal size.
The Kenai River is clear, but very high and angry looking. Regardless, I drove up to Soldotna and checked out the fishing action at Centennial Park. There were 3 times as many cars as a couple of days ago. But, only one fish was caught and on the shore, so far. I couldn’t fish because of my thumb, so I watched one man using the Kenai Flip, landing two Pink Salmon in an hour. He let both of them go. He was respectful in that he did not do the final, snagging move in the normal flip/cast. He just let the fly swing with the current and then picked it up at the end.
I hung around the parking lot and watched fishermen for a couple of hours to justify the $8 it cost to enter the park. Time to head to Fred Meyer for some sleep.
Tight Lines!