Fishing was tough this weekend. The Moon was incredible. I slept on the flying bridge on a cot both Friday and Saturday night. You could hear fish all over the place. Here is Ratherbfishin's (Barry's) report he sent to the masses.

Coho Mission 20 –22 Sep 2002

The crew of the Amy Lynn was skunked this week. We looked like fisherman,
drank like fisherman, smelled like fisherman, but no catching.

Barry, Griffy, Dan, Zak, Colin left Shilshole Friday night for Possesion
Point where we anchored on the east side. Saturday morning we fished around
Possesion with no takers. We travelled west hoping to intercept and ambush.
Went all the way to Double Bluff. We saw one fish caught in Useless Bay.
There were only a handful of boats there. Saturday evening we motored back
to Possesion to anchor out. At Possesion bar the birds were going nuts all
over. We thoguht we were in it! We got a double and a triple on Dogfish for
our efforts. No Coho.

Sunday morning we trolled Possesion, trolled to Edmonds and to Shoreline. We
had one fish on the whole weekend. We did not hear of too many other fish
being caught. We are beginning to question our skills, and our
reputation is certainly at stake. We quit questioning our sanity long ago.

We need Rain.