10-19-04 - NO SLEEP = Whacked-out Fishin'
Waters Fished: Milwaukee River
Fish Caught: 0/1
Outing Date: 10-19-04
Weather: Cloudy & Windy
Air Temp: 45F or so
Water Temp: N/A
Water Level: low, around 150 cfs
Water Color: brown, visibitity approximately 1'
Fish Species: Chinook Salmon, Coho Salmon
Pattern Fished: Eggs Eggs Eggs
Pattern Color: Threw the gamut; the only to score for me was orange
Fishing Quality: The fish had LOCKJAW!
Bedtime came somewhere around 1:00....My cell phone rang at 5:00
AM. I leaned up on the couch and started feeling around for the
phone...no luck finding it though. I had purposely put it out of
reach so that I'd have to get up for it. Well, you know how night-guy
does all these nasty things to morning-guy, right (remember Seinfeld)?
Well, Morning Guy got back at night guy and simply fell back to
a horizontal position (better known as sleeping).
My alarm clock went off at 5:30 AM; I again woke up and sat up.
Unlike the phone, the alarm keeps going until you snooze or turn
it off. It's LOUD...it's all the way across the room...it seems
as though night guy is smarter than morning guy afterall. Now standing,
I clumsily hit the snooze, not even thinking that when I got out
of the shower, I'd again hear the grating, aweful sound of this
At least night guy had the courtesy to get a couple cans of Red
Bull and leave them in the car for morning guy...Mr. M.G. was appreciative.
It was after 6:00 AM when Morning Guy, aka. myself, called FAT
to let him know I was on my way, finally.
I got down to the river probably around 7:30 AM when it was all
said and done...the only folks out were FAT, Gerry and myself. A
cold wind was blowing in from the east, gusting at times. Thick
gray clouds hung in the sky overhead. I figured we were due for
a BANNER day...no bright glaring sun to put the Salmon in a spooky,
So much for that theory; much of the morning was spent trying to
find a pattern that the fish wouldn't run away from. Orange ended
up being what I needed. However, the fish were doing ANYTHING but
snapping at flies...most were moving upwards, in fact I dont' think
any were actively redding. Most of the Kings were also getting rather
dark in color...like Black in color. Between the cold air, stiff
wind, nervous fish, and seeming pointless urgency of these dark
fish to move upstream, I'd say that the KING RUN is rapidly drawing
to a close.
Now, it's not like we had a tough time 'cause fish numbers were
thing...make no mistake they were all over the place. They just
weren't biting. I did see a few definite coho running around; as
we left I gave 'em one more shot...Gerry was standing next to me
and can confirm that the first time the coho hit it came to the
surface head shaking and fair, and threw my hook. On the second
drift, I was perhaps overzealous and set the hook on what I thought
was a bite...ended up fouling this coho under the chin, watching
it go absolutely nuts, cartwheeling downstream and again, throwing
the hook (which was on the exterior of the chin). Surprisingly,
I almost got a THIRD shot at this fish until it finally got smart
and headed for deeper water. It all happened faster than it took
you to read this.
Gerry and Rich were done for the day, but the entire drive out
I had been wondering about the falls. Being skunked at this point,
I was truly determined not to leave without a fair fish for the
morning. We parted ways; when I arrived at the falls I found 4 guys
on the water tossing spoons, dredging whatever through the fast
Let me say that I didn't so much as touch a fish here...numbers
were actually better downstream where we started. I broke off twice
on the same darn rock, even after upsizing to 15lb. simply so I
didn' break off. Frustrated, skunked, and technically late for work,
I hightailed it at 10:00 AM.