Well I figured I go check out the snohomish down at Thomas Eddy for a while after work, got there at 5:30, left at 6:30 and it smelled AWFUL. All those rotting pinks have started to pile up and smell like the zombie apocalypse. It's worse than steelhead fishing after the Chum are done. But it's awfully comical to see those guys swimming around, still kicking, head totally outta the water as if to boast "Yep. I got some. And you didn't get me! I'm a bad @$$." Well at least that's what I think they'd say if they could talk.

It took me a good 20 minutes to get my gear ready and hike in, but I saw one bright coho jump while I was rigging up. About the tenth cast, I sart reeling up, lifting my gear up off the bottom and about half way in my rod doubles and line starts screaming. Which is really wierd. I've never had a fish bite on the retrieve when I was drift fishing. After the shock of it, I shake it off and start playing the fish. It acts like a coho, making long runs along the surface follwed by scary jumps, and when I get him close to the bank he does the silly coho roll, which while not as amusing as the humpy wide open mouth shake, is pretty comical nevertheless. When they start twisting and turning like a snake, with violent tugs on the line, I give him a little slack because these fish are strong and when the do that it's also scary because they tangle and rol on the line and get off. Didn't happen, and a nice russian guy offered to net it. I gave him some of my secret sauce, but he had to go after a bit. I marked my fish and made a few more casts and it was time to go. Nice fish though. There weren't many fish moving up, and this guy had been in the system for a few days, not dime bright, but a very worthy adversary with nice meat.

Oh and I caught a cutthroat too.

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