I received a report last week that a couple of silvers had been caught outside the Nick Dudiak Fishing Lagoon along with awandering sockeye and a pink.
It’s been a few years but last weekend I was asked again what I thought of lingcod and if they are worth the effort.
There had been something niggling my rusting memory banks for weeks. It had to do with halibut hunting but I couldn’t kick it loose until I ran into an old fishing buddy.
It’s been a few years since I’ve had to sit down, fire up some mellow instrumental jazz and admit that the king run at The Nick Dudiak Fishing Hole remains pretty much a textbook place to practice despondency casting or take a significant nap.
Well, Mother Nature really went styling last week, didn’t she?
Wow, because of a weak run of kings and just after our last fishing report hit the stands, the angling doors slammed shut on the Anchor, Deep and Ninilchik streams tighter than a nudist’s keister glissading down a snow chute. Plus, a sport fishing regulation restriction was issued pertaining to chinook fishing (including catch-and-release) in marine waters within 1-mile of shore from Bluff Point to the Ninilchik River. Mega ouch, but it had to be done.
Memorial Day weekend seemed a bit quieter this year.
Here we go again.
I’m starting to think that Spring may be finally getting off its ample duff to roll up its sleeves and warm things up around here.
I have recently rebooted my attempt to meditate and have achieved a personal level of bliss of just under 30 seconds before something goes sideways in our little patch of paradise.
So, there I was all kicked back in my recliner surfing the aging buffet of recycled movies on HBO wondering if it was worth keeping my subscription until The Game of Thrones finale when my butt cheeks twerked without permission.
There is something seriously askew in our little piece of paradise when it comes to the bird population hanging in the ‘hood this time of year.
Labor Day weekend was a bit temperamental this year.
I received an email this week from a gentleman with whom I had shared a remarkable evening recounting fishing tales and prowess lies a few years back.
Last week I received an email inquiring as to the major challenges one faces when writing a weekly fishing column.
Throughout the currently slumbering spring and presently aging summer, this column has touched on subjects such as fish recognition, angling techniques, what’s hot and what’s not, all accompanied by suggestions as to where to find your preferred prey.
I’m starting off this week’s column with a suggestion.
I am an unabashed uber-early morning fisherman.
Last week fisherpersonages were starting to sink their hooks into more silvers at our infamous Fishing Hole.
Chinook fishing in the Nick Dudiak Fishing Lagoon is lacking a discernible heartbeat.