Spent a great day yesterday fishing the Hoh river with friends, launched on an upper stretch in picture perfect Hoh conditions, Robbo's boat and Robbo rowing, the stars have lined up for me, my only concern was that he would want to pull plugs for those big saber toothed bucks that hide in the logs up there, normally I would be fine with it.....but, a cold streak on the plug rod had me spooked, looking back I'd have to guess that it has been 3 years since I've landed a fish on a plug, it was an amazing day on the Queets, fishing solo, just anchoring up and thumbing a Dr. Death down a cut bank into a mob players, that is the last time it's worked for me. Last year Rob made it his personal mission to plug one up for me....epic fail, he will remember the numbers better than I, but it has been ugly, I'm actually not having too much trouble getting the bites and even hooking them up, it's the hanging onto them that is giving me some issues, and when I saw the plug rods in the boat I think I actually groaned out loud.
So, we started the day pocket pitching worms with Rob occasionally asking.. "you wanna plug this run" I did my best at acting undecided then would give him the "nah...let's just give this a bit more time.." But, we weren't getting bit, we were fishing well, hitting the good spots with a nada, zip...zero to show for it....Finally I can't put it off any longer, the plugs are going out, ugh . 20 yards of perfect water slides by with no bites, I'm safe as long as my rod does not go off, 40 yards and things are looking good, I can see the tailout now, a nice big rock near the tailout goes by with no bite and I think I have it made.. only about 15' left to fish and I will have it made...and then, yeah, of course, wham!.. left rods is down and and aint coming back up, I grab, it boils, and all we see is big and shiny, a peeler for sure, up river past the big rock..down river past the big rock into the boil behind, then......fish off.. game over.. no mulligan.. no do-over, huh, whodathunkit ? Then we begin to reminisce about all the fish I've lost exactly like that on plugs, 15...20? More? In a row? Really? Now you may not believe this but I honestly don't care that much...but it's making me wonder what the hell? My bow partner for the day Jay Field hooks up in the next glory hole, no problem...fish on, fish landed, textbook stuff.....easy.
We were having fun now, a fish landed, one lost...no one complains about batting .500 in prime time on the Hoh, heck...it's barely even raining, then we find the fish with our worms or wool or squidleys and the party is looking good, Jay lands a dandy, I get a perfect hard fighting hen and it's all good.... I must have looked too happy, 'cause...out come the plug rods...again. The short story is that my side goes off again, and the fish goes nuts, it's on, it's on good....right up until it jumps porpoise style pointing right at the boat and actually spits the hook at that perfect point in the jump.... we just laugh, of course, why would I expect anything else, at this point it is so ridiculous that it really is funny and now the challenge may be to see how long I can go losing these plugged up fish... you know, I think I may have lost another one in there somewhere along the way, but...I honestly don't remember anymore.
I love plugs.
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