We woke up a bit later and a bit groggier than yesterday. After a quick breakfast and some all important camp coffee, we set off for the usual place in Alex's boat. We only had a few hours before the rest of the gang showed up.

Pretty slow morning. I think Alan was the only one catching anything. All of them were small and about 12 colors out on the lead rig. We tried to release all of them but two were injured and would not have made it. So we ended up with an 11" brookie and a 14" salmon for lunch.

Time to start a fire and help the rest of the crew get set up!

Some of us read by the water...

After a day of getting rigged at the site, the boys & Morgan set off for a brief dusk fishing excursion.
Unfortunately, they were not biting any more...Even despite my intimidating poses with a fly rod.
Maybe if we pose together?

That didn't work either....Oh well. Try again tomorrow.
Not a whole lot of action at first but we did manage a few small ones.
After a while, we did pick up one on the down rigger. And not too long after that a nice 16" salmon slammed my streamer fly that I had on the fly rod. I think it was a territorial thing because he got hooked in the side of the head and did about 4 tail walks to the boat.
Not a bad morning so far...But now it's time for breakfast. Salmon scramble is on the menu today and it's my favorite!
After a hearty breakfast, the rain had picked up so we decided to take the fishing to a nice river not to far from the site.
Down stream , Alex was having some luck.
Alan was working hard to get over to some rises as well.



We were instantly relieved that we did not have to tell anyone we had gotten skunked. Next thing you know, it's 2:30pm in the afternoon, the sun is baking and we had not gotten a hit in a while. I glance at the down rigger to see the line had been released. After snagging the pole I feel something but it seems real heavy. After a lot of reeling, we can tell it's a 
Alan showed up around 5pm to some very good news. 



