Last Friday it was suppose to rain so I got up and was working at home. I kept looking off to the west and could not see any clouds that would signal rain. Lorelei got up and said...."hey why don't we go fishing". Well I had to think about it for nearly two seconds and then said OK!
There are some salmon running in a river close to home so we chose not to make the drive over to the coast and instead drove about 15 miles to the east. There is a very small boat ramp on the Yamhill River in Dayton. We arrived at around noon and prepared the boat. Now even though this river is much closer to our house, the boat ride to get where the fish are is much longer. It's about a 5 mile run down this small river to get to the confluence with the Willamette river. That is where we figured to find the best concentration of fish. The five mile run must be made cautiously because of the many logs and snags in the water. We were cruising along enjoying the boat ride when I spied something along the bank. We got closer and we saw this. Lorelei got a nice picture of the critter.
I think it is a mink and it's the first one we have seen. We continued on down, enjoying the beautiful fall colors munching on our sandwiches that Lorelei packed for lunch.
When we reached the mouth of the Yamhill where it dumps into the Willamette we immediately saw fish jumping. The pinkish colored coho salmon were everywhere! We fished in vain for nearly 5 hours without a bite.
We fished until nearly dark and by the time we reached the launch ramp it was dark and cold. We had a very nice day on the water. We saw some Great Blue Heron, Kingfishers, Osprey and other birds.
Well.....someday we will catch a fish that we can bring home. Until then....no one can say that we haven't tried!
Glynn Jr.
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