I remember my first ever experience fishing the Sol Duc.

I bushwhacked in from the highway, which is never very far from the Sol Duc, and came upon a hole. I'd never fished the river before this evening in late March.

It was about 4pm, so I only had an hour or so before I had to head back to my truck.

Six casts later, four fish hooked, three landed on a bobber and jig.

Then it got too dark and I had to crawl through the bushes back to my truck.

Talk about a satisfying little excursion!!

Fish on...

Todd.
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