Where: The Sound
When: Saturday and Sunday
Conditions: Calm, overcast then sunny, humid
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Pinks

Songs of the day: "Here I Go Again," Whitesnake; "Jump Around," House of Pain; "3AM Eternal," KLF

Sentiment seems to be circulating that this year's pink run has yet to ramp up.

If that's the case, I'm hoping that this past weekend got things started.

It certainly hasn't been red hot as in past years, notably '05 where, by this time in August, the insanity was in full swing.

Nonetheless, fishing this weekend was pretty good.

Nothing like a double to start the day. And yes, that's a chunky resident silver Jeremy's holding...

Pinks on the switcher!

After messing around before slack, we decided to try something different to help overcome certain...physiological shortcomings. ;)

Ah, much better!

A definite improvement!

Unfortunately, the big incoming tide overcame us, putting the fish out of reach.

The next morning, the alarm went off at its usual, ungodly hour and within minutes an 5 Hour Energy bottle sat on the counter as I gathered my things and headed out the door.

The crack of dawn came, prefaced by the sound of notably large splashes.

"It turned on about a quarter to six yesterday," Mark said.

"About the same time farther north," I replied.

There, in the first minutes of morning light, we threw lazy loops, not so much in an effort to catch fish but to abate our anticipation.

And then...

5:39. Like clockwork.

5:45.

5:50.

6:18.

6:27.

Things were steady, almost ridiculous before a 20 minute dead stretch.

Mark even hooked a silver.

Not long after, he tussled with this bad boy--and won!

Just as I was about to reel in and take a break things got interesting again.

7:09.

7:15. "Blue House loves Pink Salmon." :)

7:19.

7:29.

A few more and they slipped away into the slack tide.

If this is the beginning, I wonder what the middle will look like!