Where: The Sound
When: The past two weekends
Conditions: Everything but snow: Wind, rain, clouds, sun, dead calm.
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Coho

Songs of the day: "Wanna Be Starting Something," Michael Jackson

The hunt for coho continues.

Unfortunately, the crazy weather over Labor Day weekend and a not-so-ideal schedule from this past weekend has frustrated my efforts at finding more silvers.

Skunkings were avoided with the barest of saves.

Underscore "barest" in this instance.

I was convinced that my last outing would yield solid results; the tide window was perfect and the weather favorable.

But after working a quarter mile of beach, with the only signs of life coming from herring and sandlance schools cruising lackadaisically in the currents, I had started to lose hope, much less interest.

As the sun peaked over the cliffs, I sped up the pace, figuring I had only half an hour left of prime time.

The tide cooperated and brought a rip within range and as I worked it's outside edge, I felt a tug.

"Could it be?"

Nope. But then again, I'm not complaining!

Moments later, the sun flooded the landscape, bathing the Sound in late summer brightness.

Given the lack of activity and my willingness to play the odds, I called it a day.

I looked at my watch, figuring it hadn't been more than a couple of hours.

8:47.

That could only mean one thing for this particular lazy Sunday morning:

Back to sleep! :)

Let's hope this weekend produces something better!