Weatherbreaks after the Ides of September are a rarity in our neck of the woods, so we took full advantage of a 10kt NW forecast, loaded up the RedNeck Ride with a full complement of gear and took off.
45 minutes saw us at the mouth of a river seldom visited by Townies. The Fanz has a theory of an invisible ring about 15 miles from the edge of town, a ring that a lot of folks seldom venture outside the bounds of.
I think I speak for all of us in the Lynn Canal Pirates Association when I say "Thank You" to all those folks that don't come out here.
More for us.
At any rate, we had a good day of being the only folks for miles catching fish...ok, we were the only folks for miles.
We had a Brown Fishin' Buddy hangin' out for about an hour, chasing humpies in a back-slough.
We had solid takes by big fish on big flies swung deep in small slots.
We had the kind of day that only the locals have.
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