The Score is even: 3 to 3... But who is keeping track?
My best friend Dave worked at Pike Place Fish and Pure Food at Pike Place Market for many years. Of course that was years after we both worked together at the Captain Whidbey, when we were kids. We both have a lot of fish in our past, Dave even more than me.
I was talking to Dave the other day and I told him that we had started catching salmon right on the beach here on Whidbey. What were we catching, he wanted to know. When I told him we were getting Pinks, he said with disdain, “Yeah, I don’t eat Pinks. They aren’t very good.” (more…)
At its most basic, fishing is the belief that the next cast is going to be entirely different from all previous casts. Casting off a beach on the western side of Whidbey Island in the effort to bring home dinner requires this kind of consistent, almost delusional optimism. It also requires a back up plan concerning dinner. The first three times we went beach fishing, we spent an average of 3.5 hours casting and reeling. In that time we caught a lot of “salad” and one, very small ling cod. We only saw two salmon landed by anyone fishing around us. But then the Humpies came, and all hell broke loose. The bite was on. 
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