The sunlight finds a refreshing crack through my porthole and I instantly am aware that morning has arrived and another spectacular day is about to unfold. I jump up and hear the eagles singing along the shore. That sound never gets old.
We grab some breakfast, sandwiches for a mid morning snack accompanied by a thermos full of hot coffee and we head out for that morning bite. Nothing beats that ocean aroma as the boat starts to plane out and fishing is in the near future. We are headed out the South passage and the swells tend to funnel through, but once we clear the mouth, the seas lay down and we are shipwreck bound.
Almost instantly a coho hits the line on the drop and the net is not even extended yet. A few ling cods, release a small halibut and decided to troll around in search of bait, when a call comes from a boat off the light house with warnings of Killer Whales headed South, there goes the salmon bite for a bit, we think to ourselves… but then the majestic pod showed up and that never gets old either, they are just so graceful in the water, such huge presence. We decide to move North to the lighthouse, find a bit of bait and hook up to a Chinook, a few nice halis (one 40 lbs and the other a perfect under).
Life is good!