Sunday June 20th- Father's Day
While Jergens still lived in Ellensburg it was, like it is for most sons, a tradition for us boys to fish with our dad on father's day. Beings that Jergens is now living in Montana it made this task especially difficult, as we were now one man down, and while it wasn't true father's day fishing with out him his spot was graciously filled by Troy. We left Ellensburg in what I would consider a typical spring breeze and headed for the lower canyon in hopes of ditching some of the gusts (if I'm gonna fish the canyon, might as well be windy!) We decided to float from mile marker 19 to Red's. The old man broke in the Scott G2 by hauling in several dinkers on a PMD while not being able to bring any of the big guys out of the bucket. The fishing was slow but it is always great to fish with the one who taught you how.
Big hand or small fish. . . both.
Monday June 21st- First day of Summer
Sunday's rough night bleed into Monday's rough morning and a slow start to fishing. Troy showed up at my apartment shortly before noon and we headed down bellow Roza dam to try our luck at swinging for chinook. We met up with Bo and scrambled through the sage and hiked up to fish hold bellow the dam. We chuck the long rods to no luck the following to runs were equally productive. Four O'clock quickly crept up on us and our stomach were rumbling from not eating all day. A quick car ride to Bo's house in Selah had chowing down on left-over hors d'oeuvres from a recent grad party. Also left over from the grad party was a large cooler full of beer which accompanied us that evening on our float from Lmuma to Roza. We got the boat in the water after putting down a few beers and kept them flowing all night. The longest day of the year paid off for us as we had sun light until 9:30. Fishing is what one might expect for the current condition.
Tuesday June 22nd
Tuesday morning finds Troy (passed out on the coutch Mon. night) and I watching early morning Versus channel peacock bass fishing. By nine thirty we are fully motivated to go catch some peacock bass so we call up Bo and head upriver to fish from Bristol to the Thorp. The last two nights left us a little parched so we left all the beer at home and only brought water and soda. The fishing started off real hot with Troy landing a nice 20" (taped) 'bow. I lost a nice cutty a little further down stream and landed another one a little further down. All three of us got a few nice fish before things took a turn for the worse. Just as quick as Bo finished his 4 corndog lunch the fishing had turned off. The flows are finally increasing for the farms and we could see the water becoming dirty. We made up for the lousy fishing with another crazy night. Beers, bonfire and sneaking on to the CWU baseball field to play a little home-run derby (screw you world cup!)