Chinook fishing in the Nick Dudiak Fishing Lagoon is lacking a discernible heartbeat.
Before we roll on this week’s fishing reports, I want to give a special shout out and a heartfelt “thank you” to my departing editor, Lori Evans, for her support, guidance, and profuse patience throughout the years that we worked together.
The long Memorial Day weekend is but hours away and the initial runs are starting to ease in, so it’s launch time for our annual series of fin-related reports.
I’ve done a little less scouting this week due to the fact that the Summer Olympics have kicked into gear. When our outstanding U.S. athletes are on the air my lures aren’t flying through it.
My bride has even commented that I’m suddenly showing enough sense to come in out of the rain once in a while.
Personally, I think The Fishing Hole holds endless possibilities for an Olympics of its own.
Fish could be scored for their finesse in synchronized swimming, aerial gymnastics and scrum avoidance skills involving rabid seal dodging.
There has been a plethora of stories written over the years about family vacation visitations. Some are humorous. Others reveal the real scientific explanation for premature graying.
Like everyone else, when company rolls in, we try to make sure our guests are exposed to as much of the dazzling sightseeing, saltwater delicacies and warmth of the Alaskan soul as they can handle during the brief time they have to share with us.
Last week was no exception.
I was scouting for jumpers along the east and west side beaches of the Spit when I overheard two men squabbling about a fish one of them had just landed outside the entrance to The Fishing Hole.
One squawking rooster was adamant it was a silver while the other had steam rolling out of his cranial orifices because he was convinced that it was a king.
When they detected I was sitting on a rock listening to their martial arts dust up of words, they took a breath and asked if I was a local.
Correction: This column has been updated to show that fishing is not allowed at Deep Creek.
The chinook run at The Fishing Hole has been fluctuating lately and may slow down a bit with the smaller tides rolling in but, as of 03:30 a couple of days ago, the fish bowl was full. Unfortunately, the critters were downright ill-mannered.
When fishing starts heating up in the pristine waters of the lower Kenai it’s akin to being in Vegas and rolling consecutive sevens from dusk to dawn with the payoffs in pure silver and greenbacks.
Last week combo charters were nailing both shiny kings and moss colored halibut while the rivers surrendered coffers of dazzling chinooks.
And, they kept on coming: On June 6, 2016, 150 of the beauties passed the Anchor River weir bringing the total of the upstream stampeders to 2,236.
ow, what an incredibly gorgeous Memorial Day weekend even though the wind and overcast chilled things down on Monday.
For those of you who can barely recall it, fishing for the major part of three days was downright respectable for competent piscatorians and rather dismal for those doing shooters while flinging beat up bass lures so nasty looking they gave bottom feeding sculpin coronaries.
ormally I don’t get into to the area of investments but after reading the Alaska Wildlife Trooper’s section of the police report in the Homer News last week, I’d suggest that you consider buying some shares in the Bic Pen Company.
If things keep up, there’s going to be a big run on their product after a bunch of anglers were summarily busted for not recording their king catches.
If you haven’t visited The Fishing Hole lately, there’s only one way to describe it. It’s a “Back to the Future” scenario with silvers performing Cirque du Soleil flips over each other while rabid fishermen throw everything at them from plug-cut herring to Pixies the size of 1200cc Harleys.
After a few years of dismal returns, it’s starting to look like the good old days may be beginning to roll again.
The karma around our abode became chilled for awhile after the Winter Olympics kicked into gear.
I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because we subtly assumed the cool attitude of the high flying skateboarders or totally zoned out on NBC’s continued riveting drama of the status of Bob Costa’s pink eye.
Last week I reported that the king run at The Fishing Hole had been about as productive as trolling from a boat and trailer being towed down the Seward Highway.
Things have changed a bit after a series of high tides. Fishing is picking up during both the ebb and flow of the lagoon’s salt water.
The Memorial Day weekend was primo if you were into mucking around the beaches for assorted clam-type life forms and enjoyed broiling your snow colored carcass into a glow-in-the-dark sunburn.
The tides were so low that the hordes from the north had the option to walk across to the peninsula rather than take the long way around by vehicle. From what I hear trekking would have been faster than some of the slug-crawl traffic oozing along parts of the highway.