Got the house painting, car fixing, too much work blues...

[ThreeWeight]

Grr... beautiful day today and I was stuck catching up on chores around the house.  The house painting project I began in late July drags on, finally getting some routine maintenance done on our cars, and now I've got a bunch of leftover work from the office to finish up.

Someone post a fishing report!  At least I can live vicariously.

Anyone ever fish for coho in the N. Fork Nehalem tidewater area?

[polepole]

Summer is for fishing.  Winter is house projects.  Hmmm ... actually winter is for snowboarding.  You should see the list of things I have to do for the house.   

I fished both days this weekend and didn't catch a thing.  Feel better?

-Allen

[Spot]

Weekend before last I fished Memaloose for a couple of hours at high tide without a bite and it was one of the best fishing trips of the summer.  I took one of my 9 y/o's with me.  He managed the rods and kept the spinners out at the right depth while I provided the power.  We talked about a lot of stuff and about nothing at all.  We chased a seal and dodged a squadron of pelicans intent on sinking our ship.  We listened to the rain and watched schools of fingerlings jump all around us.

A couple of days earlier, I fished the ocean for Lingcod though the swell was pretty heavy.  Caught 1 greenling and a dozen blacks but no Lings.  Miles from any sand beach, working the rocky surfline, a phrase from Pirates of Caribean came to mind "Ye be off the maps with me Jack, there's monsters here....".  But as if to calm my nerves, 30 or 40 yards out farther, a couple of porpoises made their way north on a leisurely stroll.   

In a tie for best fishing trip of the summer, was Labor Day.  The kids and I were camped with some friends on the Nehalem.  The youngest wanted to fish really bad so I put him on the Yak and we trolled a nice stretch of the river above the falls.  We made up stories about the rocks and railroad tracks, trees and feeder creeks and enjoyed the still warm evening air.  I don't remember what we were talking about when his rod doubled over, nearly yanked out of his hands.  "You got it Buddy?".... no reply, just frantic reeling.  The drag was singing and rod tip was doing that familiar throb.  More frantic reeling.  The fish came back toward us.  More frantic reeling.  The fish ran across the river.  More frantic reeling.  Eyes bugged, tongue sticking out and rod butt burried in his abdomen the kid was all over it.  Eventually they both tired and I scooped up a nice little native steelhead for him to inspect.  He wanted to eat it but I explained that the fish had to go back to make more Steelhead for us to catch on another day.  He liked the idea of that.....  Two weeks later, he turned 5.

That help?

PM me about NF tidewater.
-Mark-

[Zee]

Summer is for fishing.  Winter is house projects.  Hmmm ... actually winter is for snowboarding. 
-Allen

Hmmmmm.. sounds farmiliar...

Z