That was Saturday. The lack of GH chrome was simply too much to bear. And I would succumb to mortal weakness.

So Sunday I braved the weather and rising flows with Spey rod in hand, only to find that the river would be subject to a serious blue hole alert between squalls.

I employed a cackhanded C-Spey river right in the prevailing upstream wind to launch half a chicken 80 ft across the river for a downstream swing thru the heavily colored flow. Chums were still able to find my hangback monstrosity of a "fly" in 16" of viz in the sun.... 12" in the clouds.

You know, they ain't Kanektok bright, but they're full of piss and vinegar in Grays Harbor tidewater.... and that's alright by me.

Yeah, Abu, it's alright by me.

Chum lover and proud of it!