Fishless in Seattle

So I have been thinking about Seattle alot lately for no super good reason. I had a chance to eat dinner last night with some old friends and they are from Seattle, thus the segway.

Todd and I hit the Berry this morning and as many of our other tour stops, it was less than inspiring. Todd hooked up with a beautiful Cutt that was about 21" and probably 3 lbs or so.
In almost the same spot 2 minutes later I hook up with...you guessed it, a chub.

In fact I should have called this entry the fish whisperer because that was the topic at hand when these two fish hit. Todd said "here is my fish whisperer secret" and proceeded to say "Here fishy fishy" and then he got the cut.

I chose to use a slightly different approach and said "Cmon, hook a brother up" and got the chub.

This prompted a whole new conversation about the fish whisperer style etc.

The bottom line though was that although we fished for several hours and threw everything in the box at them, there was no further love forthcoming.

It wasnt a skunk, but it damn well sure as felt like it.

Then 10:00 AM hit and the freakin wind comes roaring in. So off we went to Deer Creek (your getting a twofer report today.

Before you get all excited about the bonus report, let me just say, it sucked down there as well.

We fished Charleston Bay directly over the channel and out from the bridge about 400 yards. No hits, no runs, and the one big error was showing up at Deer Creek. The one big plus was that apparently someone had vandalized the pay envelope box and the ranger was right there and said since that happened, it was a fee free day. Silver lining.

I think the best part about all this is despite the absolutely wretched fishing we have had over all, Todd and I are having a blast just hangin out and fishing. I hope it picks up, but having cool people to hang with is worth more than a good day fishing.

I am shooting one or two pictures each time I go out, but I am using one of those crappy little disposable cameras and I haven't shot the whole thing out yet. When I do I will go back and amend the log with whatever pics I have at hand.

Whats next you might ask? I have no bloody idea, but we will look at the weather, and the absolutely false ass, lying through their teeth fishing reports to plot our next stop on the Fishapalooza Tour. (I wonder if we can get Ozzy to come fish with us?)