Took My Dad Fishing for Salmon

[islandbass]

Dad’s Fishing Derby (as he calls it)


I took my dad fishing for salmon this past Friday. He didn’t want to go fishing initially but much to my pleasure and surprise, he changed his mind.

We found a section of the Green River in Auburn, which I missed during my initial scouting trip not too long ago. I have never fished this section of the Green River either, but its traits were perfect for us. It was a flat, clear area that was convenient to fish from the bank.

Pink salmon (our best bet) or if we’re lucky, the elusive Coho (aka silver) salmon were our targets.

We arrive at this spot at about noon. There were only three other persons fishing. I set up my dad’s rod with a lure traditionally used by many anglers in this area. It is called a “corky” or drift bobber. Typically, a piece of yarn and scent are added to it. After I showed him how to work it, I proceeded to set up my rig the same way.

The others fishing with us were also using corkies. After some time had passed, two new anglers showed up and started fishing. They also got into some fish rather quickly. I took notice and after they landed a few fish, I saw that they were using a marabou jig.

Their success prompted me to change tactics. Fortunately, I had brought a few homemade jigs that I was planning to try later in the day. Although I had not tried used these jigs for real world use yet (only field-testing a couple times at a local lake to view action), I figured I had nothing to lose. I chose a jig with fuchsia colored marabou similar to the bottom one in the image below.

In less than five minutes, about the third cast, I feel something take the jig and although it was my first time trying this technique, instinct took over and I set the hook. I successfully landed a pink salmon and was completely surprised and shocked. My surprise was that the jig worked and my shock was for not having a “deer in the headlights” moment, which I have occasionally. In addition, it is a great feeling to hook into and catch a fish, and that feeling is magnified and even sweeter when you do so with a lure you made yourself.

Ten minutes had not even passed before pink salmon #2 bit the line! It was also successfully landed.

I asked my dad if he wanted to try a jig and he declined. As a matter of fact, I had to hook into my third salmon before he changed his mind. After I set the hook, I handed my rod to my dad so that he could feel what it was like to fight one. I did not want him to go home skunked. He had a blast bringing it in and he was amazed at how strong every tug felt.

This is my dad fighting his first salmon.

I tied the jig that brought me success onto his rig and showed him how to work it. A few minutes later, he hooks into one but loses it. The good thing about that was that his vigor and determination were renewed. Finally, success for my dad! He hooks and lands his first salmon of any kind.

Dad’s first solo hooked and landed salmon.

Dad’s first solo hooked and landed salmon. The fish was in great shape, still bright, but it was covered with sand.

That really made my day. I felt the pressure of getting him into fish dissipate with the evanescence of alka-seltzer. Praise the Lord! My dad caught his next pink salmon just before I landed my fourth one.

We continued fishing for about another hour, but there was one final piece of personal glory for one of these two anglers.

I have been told the Silver or “Coho” salmon that reside in this river have the harsh reputation of being “stingy” and “lock-jawed,” almost always rejecting the presentations and offerings of fishermen and women. As a matter of fact, all of the other anglers fishing along side us were not targeting pink salmon, but silver salmon, and they did not hook into nor catch either. They left EMPTY-HANDED for both. It seemed that perhaps the silvers were living up to their perceived reputation. So where is this going? Read on.

At about 4:30 p.m., I started packing up the gear while my dad continued fishing.

After I got everything ready, I looked up toward dad. Before I could tell him it was time to go, he hooks into another salmon. I didn’t think much of it at that moment until I observed that this salmon appeared to be very feisty. It jumped with the frequency of a jackrabbit. I started to think that this might not be a pink salmon. I rushed up to my dad and coached him to keep the line taut no matter what happens so that he could keep the chance of losing this one to a minimum. Praise the Lord again! He brought it in successfully but there was more to it.

It was a bright and beautiful silver, or Coho salmon. Dad managed to do what no one else could that day, and that was, to land a silver salmon. I might be mistaken, but I don’t think anyone even hooked into one. So this is solely my dad’s sweet victory and vindication for all of his patience and persistence. Dad definitely gets the trophy for the landing the only silver salmon in that area that day.

This is a bright fish is in pristine shape.

Dad’s smile says it all.

We could not have asked for a better day. I still cannot believe how successful this outing was especially considering my lack of experience with this jig fishing technique and fishing an unfamiliar section of water. By day’s end, we caught a total of eight fish, four each. We kept two pinks and his silver salmon.

My goal was to get my dad into his first salmon and I am blessed to have achieved that goal. It was definitely a special day, and a great time spent together. A series of firsts also warms the colors of this experience. For me, it was the first time fishing this section of the Green River, and the first time using jigs. My dad however, takes the cake. For him, it was his first time fishing on a river, fishing with jigs, and fishing for salmon ever in his life. If that weren’t enough, he manages to catch two different species of salmon.

I won’t forget this day any time soon, and I am inclined to believe that my father will not forget as well.

Date: Friday, October 30, 2009
Location: Green River in Auburn, WA

Conditions: Overcast, approximately 50 degrees
Dad’s Gear: 6’6” Shimano Compre Spinning Rod, Rapala 30 4Sxi spinning reel with 10# Sufix Siege monofilament line. Bass gear… Imagine that!
Alex’s Gear: 8’6” Lamiglas Norwest Special Casting Rod, Shimano Curado 201DHSV casting reel with 12# Yozuri Hybrid line.

--A.L. Arceo

[Nick Berto]

You touched those humpies???...

[Jerry]

Awesome! I'd give anything to fish with my Dad again. A moment to treasure...ty

[Harold Erickson]

any time you spend fishing with your dad is special.when you get older it will very valuable memory for you.

[P.J. Koshi]

Beautiful Silver! A bright one this late is rare too your dad must be hooked! Islandbass this post is what fishing is all about :) My dad got back into salmon fishing this year and we spent almost a whole month fishing every day together it was special.

[Shawn O'Connell]

Great job!