SHELTER COVE- THE HUNT FOR SALMON SAM (Part I)
The Prologue
Chovie: “Sam, I heard you guys massacring my people up north”
Sam the Salmon: “ It’s nothing personal chovie. You’re kind is meant to be dinner. We’ve been down this path before. You feed us. GET IT! Talk back and I’ll make you my breakfast.”
Chovie: “This won’t stand. I won’t stand for this!”as anger takes over the chovies voice.
Sam the Salmon: “What are you gonna do chovie. Kill me punk?”
Chovie: “Exactly”
“Tim, I think we should head north. It happening Tim”
“What did Eric say?”
“Well in Humboldt the guys have been catching them in the bay and the shelter bite has been good, plus we got a shot at a thresher.”, Tim hesitates for a moment.
“ok I’m in.”
I arrived at Tim’s house a little after 11 p.m., from a long workweek, and ready to get things going. We loaded the yaks and gear. As we exited the drive, a familiar smell caught my attention; a family of skunks circling a bush. I hoped it wasn’t a harbinger of things to come. I cross my fingers, prayed for good fishing as we drove into night.
By morning, after a long drive we arrived at the cove. The sun beamed through the morning fog and the water laid flat as a slight breeze pushed southward. The morning offered a reprieve from the long dark drive north and offered a glimmer of hope for the day ahead.
We unpacked the yaks and headed outside the safety of the harbor walls. The water temperature was 54 degrees and water clarity reached 5 ft before descending into blue green darkness. Outside the harbor large school of baby black rockfish and bait hovered above the rock reefs and kelp beds. The fish finder marks suspicious arches on the bottom of the screen.
“Tim you see that?”
“What?”
“Right under the bait”, I exclaimed in excitement at the large singular line circling the bottom, “ I think it’s a thresher.”
“Give me some herring”, Tim demanded.
“haha you said that you didn’t want to fish for threshers”, I smirked but gladly handed over the bait.
“Well nothing is biting now”
“We have been here 5 minutes!, I poked at him, as I left to check out diving birds. Tim took the bait, smiled and dropped the bait to the bottom.
Schools of bait were pushed along the coast line and circled outside pt. Delgado. My trooched herring attracted plenty of on lookers, peckers and drive bys, including multiple lingcod that misunderstand the meaning of “IT’S NOT FOR YOU” By ten a.m. my electronics marked a large school of bait , when suddenly my rod tip bends violently and tugs into the water.
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FISH ON!!!
The fish came up fast and hot from 25 ft. The familiar chrome gleamed thru the water before it bolts away from the boat and sets off the clicker. I radio Tim;
“I’m on!!! I was 25 pulls down and I think it’s the right kind!”, I nervously exclaimed.
The fish dashes towards me and slacks the line. I held my breath and cranked back the line quickly. My rod loads up before he makes another dash under my kayak and splashes the water white. He makes a few runs before succumbing to exhaustion and the net. My first Kayak salmon of the year and it was a hefty 20 lbs.
The morning action continued steadily with Salmon and RF exchanging bites. By 12 (noon), after an hour of silence, my rod received the familiar tap and tug, only from a Chinook. I get him to surface quickly and recognize the 20lbs of chrome floating under me– Yikes! The fish recognizes his dire predicament and dashes to escapes. The burst unhinges the hook and he finds his freedom. –Hearbreak
By 1 p.m the water became choppy and dangerous from the tides and swells. Tim and I decided to seek shelter in the harbor when we ran into a fellow kayaker trolling the inside of the harbor for California halibut. He had success with a nice 27 inch on the stringer.
Exhausted from the surf and swells we decided to relax in the protection of the harbor and drop a line. We run into a fellow angler who had a fish on the boat.
“What did he catch Tim?”
“He said he got a 26 halibut.”
“Cali Hali, up here?”
“Yeah he said it was in this area. We should just drop a line.”
I pinned on a sex herring and chatted it up with Tim while putting away my extra gear. Suddenly my pole slams and a fish starts to yank my line. Looking astonished I grab my pole and set the hook. The fish dashes taking a handful of line before stopping. I crank back and feel the familiar head shakes of a Cali Hali. Fish ON!!
Suddenly Tim’s line gets SLAMS HARD and the fish violently shakes his pole before coming off! Tim looks in dismay at the randomness of the circumstances before grief takes over and he realizes what the heck just happened.
I put my attention back to the task at hand and get the fish to surface. A nice 25 inch California Halibut comes up from the bottom and floats under the water surface. I net it and clip it without incident.
We called it day and started to head in. We loaded up the yaks and headed to the campgrounds. That was a good start –damn good start!, i chuckled to myself.
