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Back at it on the Wallace.
12/15/15
Lamiglas SI-IH 9'3" L
Okuma Celilo 8' UL
It was just another one of those days. I can't really say whether it was a great one or a really bad one. Probably a little but of both.
I began exploring water around 7:20ish right as a little bit of light was creeping over the valley. Immediately I encountered a bobber down that resulted in a snag and a loss of my bobber due to a branch severing my line. Luckily I was able to climb over the river and retrieve the bobber as it sat stuck on the limb.
So partial victory there. Re-rigged and kept moving. Plenty of decent water out there, it looked good today. Apparently Reiter is in shape too, but that combat fishing is not for me.
A beautiful, slow-walking speed run was covered most extensively by me today. I knew there was fish in there, and the prodding of water with my float soon resulted in a bobber down right as it went past an overhanging tree.
Aha! Fish on, right where he should be! Chrome sides flashed at me and the fish appeared to be of decent weight, but it soon became apparent that this wasn't a Steelie. Closer inspection revealed a late, relatively bright late run Coho. I unhooked and released him.
Soon another take. This one flashed red, and another coho had smacked my jig. This 7ish pound buck was a little more colored. He was released. Two casts later, another takedown, and a super spunky, dime bright coho flopped about on the end of my line. Brought in and released like the others.
I also managed to catch a bulldog, small rainbow and cutthroat,and a whitefish on jigs of various sorts. Literally everything but a steelhead. Oh well, I had a good time.
Until the end.
Right before I left I was talking to a fellow fisherman, and crossed the river and stood on a 7-8 foot high fallen log, and upon the dismount, one of the roots gave way and I fell the whole distance onto the cobble below. I am now quite immobile with a bone bruise on my knee (Rob Gronkowski?) But was able to hobble up the hill and all the way back to the truck.
Unfortunately, my 9'3" Lami snapped on the fall as well, losing 6-8 inches off the tip. That might be hard to fix. $450 fishing pole, snapped, again, the day after I got it fixed from it's previous break. My luck with that thing seriously.
So a pissed off, battered, unsuccessful, rod-less steelhead fisherman returned home with bruises on his arm and a bad one on his kneecap. The lack of steelies was fine; the other fish more than made me happy today. But the loss of my rod and knee really put a damper on the day.
I will be stuck at home for a couple days at least letting my knee heal up. As for my rod, goddamn I don't know. It was one that I built myself, put all of the guides and cork on and everything, so it's sort of irreplaceable. One misstep and everything went downhill.
Ian Horning, signing off. Take care of the rivers for me when I'm gone :)
Tight lines, and like I said in my previous report, USE YOU'RE THINKING CAP Y'ALL.
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