SLOW day on the Skookumchuck. Son and I hit the water near first light and got drove off by some plunkers who thought the need to reset their 5lb weights every 5 minutes. I don't plunk much myself and usually don't mind those that do, except we were on the river first, floating jigs, and they come along and scare away any possibility of fish for a mile up and down river. This scene still has me puzzled. Did someone trick them when they were young and tell them all that noise brings them in?
We headed upriver a couple miles below the hatchery and fished the stretch from there up to the hatchery all morning and early afternoon (you know, I am still not sure where the deadline is, is the sign missing?). Not one bite and no one else had any either. We mostly floated jigs (nightmare and various pink colors) and ez eggs, threw a couple spoons to keep it interesting. I can't remember the last time I fished a river where I didn't at least hear of someone catching something - we sure caught it on a bad day.
Good things taken from the day: We spent the time to stop at every place we thought yielded access to the river and made notes accordingly. This should be helpful for future visits. We also saw a single bald eagle perched on a snag in the middle of the river about six or seven miles down from the hatchery. We sat and watched as it monitored the river. It was a blast seeing it so close, studying the river. Though, even this eagle didn't find any fish.
We thought about swinging by the Cowlitz and seeing if we couldn't keep ourselves out of skunkville. We decided against it and headed home after a final stop at the park near the mouth in Centralia, just to make sure we covered the whole river
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