Knowing that I could not get into the water at Centennial Park until after 7 or 8 PM, I prepared for an evening of fishing. It is another beautiful day, and I’m tired of watching. Hopefully some fish will be moving up river today. I tied some flies for tonight, expecting to get into the water again.
The normal line of people and bait rods taking up the entire fishing area at Centennial Park was present tonight. Not much action while I watched. And then, a Coho was caught, then another, then another. A total of 4 Coho had been caught in about 45 minutes. And an area had opened up for me to fish. I, as always, am lazy, so I put on hiking boots and tried to fish from the shore, not getting wet.
Not so well a good idea it seems. I could only flip out to the area that I should have been standing in, way too short for the area the bait fishermen had their lines. I told a guy that if another fish is caught, I’ll put my gear on, not that he cared. As always, he smiled and recognized me as a human being and was friendly.
Another fish was caught. I got my gear on and entered the water. I was able to flip / cast out to the distance of the bait casters. I got beautiful bouncing weights on most of my drift. People kept catching Coho, and one guy landed one that had to be at least 10 pounds.
I fished for an hour. I had three “really fast rock taps” that may have been fish. I quickly set the hook about 3 seconds after the taps, to no exciting events occurring (known as “Asleep At The Switch). But, I fished. I had fun. I had good conversations with my bait fishing neighbors.
Maybe more fish will come up tomorrow? Maybe Coho are abundant in the middle of rivers above Anchorage? Maybe I need to call some fly shops in Anchorage and see what is going on? Yes, I will tomorrow, I promise myself.
Tight Lines!