Where: The beach
Conditions: Calm, chilly
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Resident coho
Song of the day: “Simple Man,” Lynyrd Skynyrd
This was going to be a challenge.
First, the tidal exchange was less than optimal and second, recent
reports from the beach related less than favorable conditions.
In an attempt to manage expectations properly, I told everyone the
night before that our outing would be spent tracking the coho down.
Undeterred by my pessimism, they assembled faithfully the next morning.
No turning back now.