Back out to the coast again! The Trask is the first new river since I’ve started keeping track. In August the water was very low, but there were still some pockets and riffles available holding fish. Sea-run cutthroat are supposed to be making their way up the river now, but all I ran across were residents—not that I’m complaining.
This was the first time all copper wasn’t the winner. I ran through the gamut of colors and sizes, and settled on a black #3 spinner that kept getting a lot of attention. The feisty little guys wouldn’t leave it alone, and I kept having to unhook fish barely larger than the spinner itself. Fishing pockets and chutes around the large boulders ended up being fun and effective, with a couple respectable natives released unharmed.
My newest lesson learned is to only fish single hooks, not trebles. Not only do they tend to make a more solid hook in the mouth, they’re much easier to remove, and don’t get hung up on the bottom nearly as often. Most will say that if you fish spinners correctly, you will lose a lot of them, which is true, but you’ll lose a lot less of those fishing with a single hook.
Fish weren’t the only thing I found; I also found my first Cauliflower mushroom:
It wasn’t big (for a cauliflower), maybe a pound, and sadly it was maggot ridden and dry. I was hoping to be able to bring something home to show the missus, but alas, not this time. As the season progresses, I’ll definitely be on the lookout for other mushrooms on the coast range.
There was one last thing that seemed worth sharing. At a boat ramp a little ways up the river Fish & Wildlife posted this sign, which I think should be put up at every fishing hole and boat ramp in the country:
“Please be a conscientious fisherman”
Sadly, there were beer cans galore, a pair of sandals, and piles of fishing line strewn around the parking lot.
This will probably be a running theme throughout my blog, but I can’t stand the amount of trash at on the river. It makes me wonder if a “Broken Windows Policy” could work for our natural areas. Granted, it didn’t work in New York, but that’s another story. It is rare to find just one piece of trash in any given area. Either the site is perfectly devoid of waste, or it is a trash heap. It must be that when people see trash around, they feel that their little contribution isn’t a problem, but when there isn’t anything on the ground, they don’t want to be the only one. I pick up after myself, and I’ll usually pick up a can or bait box on my way out, and I suppose if everyone did, that would take care of the problem, but until then, the next step is packing a trash bag to try and help repair some of the broken windows and be a conscientious fisherman.