Where: The beach
Conditions: Mostly sunny, warm, light wind
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Resident coho, sea-run cutthroat
Song of the day: “Go Your Own Way,” Fleetwood Mac
They say the sun can put the fish down, sending them to deeper, safer water.
When you think this through, it makes sense.
But if you’re like me, and you’re faced with weighing the option of
a wasted, sedentary Sunday or one that presents even the smallest
chance of a tug, you go anyway.
Besides, who wouldn’t want to get out in the sun …