Where: The beach
When: Saturday
Conditions: Mostly overcast, extremely windy and rainy
Flies used: Clousers, chum baby
Species pursued: Resident coho, sea-run cutthroat

Song of the day: "Testify," Rage Against The Machine

For those who actually braved the snow, pounding rain and insane wind on Sunday, I salute you.

I, on the other hand, turned around somewhere after the tenth mile of accumulating flakes and hydroplaning, not to mention the wide assortment of loonies out there that were obviously not concerned with their safety, much less anyone else's.

Sure, it doesn't look too bad at 25 mph, but add a 1/2 inch and about 40 to your speed and it's not such a cake walk...at least not in a little Scion!

Normally, I'd be disappointed but this weekend was an exception.

Trusting the meteorologist's forecast, I chose to get ahead of the incoming front and fish on Saturday--I needed to scope out a few beaches in preparation for my upcoming class.

With the day all to myself, I hopped from beach to beach, at first looking for chum fry and the cutthroat they eventually attract and then later switching to coho.

While I wasn't able to find any sea-runs (it's still a little early)...

I did find a few coho!