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.
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.
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.
Our famous fishing hole has been in a bit of a slump lately and more than a few of the kings are starting to look as though they could have used some SPF 100 sun block.
What a week, huh?
The summer season has now tip-toed through the apogee of daylight hours and commenced to leisurely dim the skies by pilfering sunshine until the autumn equinox assumes command of our march into lengthening darkness.