Elbows sharpened for “combat fishing” and the just right lure in hand we are ready.  Our campsite is only a couple hundred yards from the “World Class salmon fishing”.  We make a preliminary scouting trip to the river.   Really?  Nothing?  Fishermen are wandering up and down the middle of the river in their fancy chest waders looking for fish.  Yes that’s right.  They don’t even have their line in the water most of the time.  They wait until they spot one then waggle their special fly in its face.  Not many fish on stringers either.  No fishers wearing fur(bears) anywhere. This is not what we expected at all.

Still, we are here…..poles in hand we wade and look and cast.  I managed to snag and loose my fly within the first 20 minutes.  Something I predicted by the way.  Not so much as a sighting let alone bite.  We will head out again in the morning.  It’s what one does after all.  The official fishing report reads like nearly every other one I have seen; spotty today, should get better in the next few days.  We shall see.