Went to Hoodsport to have some fun with the Chums. I was not disappointed. The temperature was a bone chilling 18 degrees that morning and I was wondering if I was just insane or dedicated. Kind of reminded me of last year with Mike and Carl fishing for Chums in the snow. After arriving about a half hour late - sorry Carl- because I was not totally prepared, we launched and headed north to the hatchery. Not long after leaving the launch we were surrounded by pea soup fog...nearly ran into some of the nets that the natives had out and boy were they far out into the channel. Carl says that they are worse during the week....can't imagine that too well. Anyway we motored to the Hatchery and since we arrived late had to wiggle our way into a good spot...after jockeying around we finally found a good place and dropped anchor. My friend Bob hit a nice female right off and kept her for the eggs and meat for the smoker. Fishing was just wild. At any one time at least 10-13 people were fighting fish every time you looked up from casting. People in float tubes were being dragged around - one guy almost got up on a plane. :) Almost anything was working as long as it had some green to it. A very successful couple were fishing with plastic worms in chartreuse rigged carolina style. They were extremely successful. At one point I cast out and felt that familiar tug on the line and had a fish on. It went for several runs and fought valiantly. When bringing it to the boat the first thing that comes out of the water is the lead, followed by the hook and corky wrapped into the swivel! But the fish was still on. I had somehow lassoed the fish around the tail and fought it to the boat to a safe release. Wonder if I should change my moniker to fish wrangler? Anyway that was how the rest of the day went..."fish on" was the phrase for the day. Now I am resting my arm for the next time I can fight these brutes and have a great day with my friends.

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