Where: The beach
When: Saturday
Conditions: Sunny, then overcast, windy, cold
Flies used: Dave's Frank Fly, experimental patterns, clousers
Species pursued: Resident coho

Song of the day: "The Warrior's Code," Dropkick Murphy's

The forecast called for 10 mph winds all day.

Given that, I had no reason to be surprised at the buffeting we received as we wet our lines.

Nonetheless, the urge to cast headlong into the gusts took over as fish slashed and swirled ridiculously close to shore.

Ignoring the grim possibility of catching a fly in the face, we threw into the breeze.

And were rewarded with this double.

During a flurry I'm sure only lasted minutes but seemed like an hour, we reveled in fish after fish.

And we weren't the only ones. Isn't that Chris' spot, Mike? ;)

Everyone got in on the action.

At the right place, at the right time!

Just when we thought it might not end, the fish disappeared and soon after, the wind became unbearable.

"It's still early, want to do some exploring?"

Don and John nodded as if to say, "Of course."

And before we knew it, we'd made it to three more beaches...

...each of them productive...

...before calling it a day and chowing down on some well-earned chips and salsa.

Not a bad way to end day full of rezzie hunting.