gone fishin

I got to go fishing today on a guided trip in Tillamook. I’ve never been much of a fisherman, in fact, before today I had never even hooked a fish. Well, with a hook, that is. Once on a camping trip I caught a trout with my hand (true!) because there was an eddy that they’d pass through on their way downriver. I think that I was as surprised as the fish, which went back into the river. Anyway, three coworkers and I lucked out and got to go fishing, and it was a good ‘ole time. We met at 4:45 (AM…true again!) this morning and cruised out to Tillamook where we met up with the guide, threw on our raingear and sat in a boat holding fishing gear in the rain at 7 am. Beers started at 8…but no serious drinking, just sippin. The weather was bad, and the fishing was bad. I’d pretty much resigned myself to not hooking a fish by noon, which was some time after the first fish was caught. My instinct was right, and I’ve still never hooked a fish. The first fish was the last fish, save the one that our guide snagged on the back and released (it’s the law…I don’t know why). I was sooo looking forward to using my smoker to make some salmon jerky too.