The Silvers...
They're supposed to be running. We just returned from the fishing hole. Yes, it's going on 2 a.m. and we were out fishing. See my previous entry...that should explain why I don't want to get up at 5 a.m. and cook breakfast.
The rumor was there was supposed to be another big run tonight. Perhaps there was. I sure didn't see them. What I've noticed about silvers (they're a type of salmon for those who are curious) is when they're dancing on the water (and yes, they do dance on the water) they aren't interested in biting the hook. The more they leap, dance, prance, and show us they're there, the less likely you are to actually catch one.
Silvers taunt. Horribly. But they're tastey. Which is why we fight to get our fair share of them. The other day my son, his wife and his sister-in-law caught sixteen in about an hour. Two of them limited out and one was two short of getting her limit for the day. We keep thinking if we hit it right, we'll get down there and limit out too. All it takes it a couple days of that and we'd have more than we can go through in a winter. So, we're working on harvesting our bounty from the waters.
We spent most of our years here running a business so we didn't have time to watch the tides and fish. Now we have the time so we're going to take advantage of it.
It's time to grab a few hours sleep and hit the hole again tomorrow. The tide book is by my side and I've got the perfect time figured out. Right. I'll let you know tomorrow if that's true or not. If we arrive home empty handed, my theory was wrong. If we come back with plenty of fish to smoke, we hit the jackpot.
Good morning, John.
The rumor was there was supposed to be another big run tonight. Perhaps there was. I sure didn't see them. What I've noticed about silvers (they're a type of salmon for those who are curious) is when they're dancing on the water (and yes, they do dance on the water) they aren't interested in biting the hook. The more they leap, dance, prance, and show us they're there, the less likely you are to actually catch one.
Silvers taunt. Horribly. But they're tastey. Which is why we fight to get our fair share of them. The other day my son, his wife and his sister-in-law caught sixteen in about an hour. Two of them limited out and one was two short of getting her limit for the day. We keep thinking if we hit it right, we'll get down there and limit out too. All it takes it a couple days of that and we'd have more than we can go through in a winter. So, we're working on harvesting our bounty from the waters.
We spent most of our years here running a business so we didn't have time to watch the tides and fish. Now we have the time so we're going to take advantage of it.
It's time to grab a few hours sleep and hit the hole again tomorrow. The tide book is by my side and I've got the perfect time figured out. Right. I'll let you know tomorrow if that's true or not. If we arrive home empty handed, my theory was wrong. If we come back with plenty of fish to smoke, we hit the jackpot.
Good morning, John.
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