Downrigger
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The Gorge has to be my absolute favorite place to fish. Aside from a small lake in southwestern Montana, there is no place I would rather be. For the last 5 years, these have been my happy places, these have been the places on my mind as I fell asleep, these are the places that I dream about.
We (Mr. Downrigger and I - Mister Downrigger "is my dad dude") arrived at the place I like to call "Where the boat leaves from" at around 6:30. It was pouring. It looked like Memorial day all over again. But, not to be dissuaded, we prepped the boat and got it ready to put in the water. Mother nature was not impressed by our seeming willingness to get wet to put the boat in the water and threw a heavier rain at us. We decided that dinner was the better part of valor, threw the cover back on the boat and retreated to the truck for some cold Quiznos sandwiches. Not exactly my usual birthday dinner but if that was the price to pay for being where I was, so be it. This is not what we arrived to:
As soon as the rain trickled off a little, we made a run for the ramp. It was raining lightly as we backed down the ramp and there were a few people that watched us from the inside of their trucks. You could tell by the looks on our faces, they thought we were crazy. We arrived at Hideout at about 8:00 and had camp set up by 9:30.
I have caught a fish on my birthday every year since 2002 and I was not to be denied on this night either. We set out at 9:30 to continue my streak and trolled in front of the "wall" at Hideout until 10:45.
We didn't catch a thing. We returned to the dock where I set out for the old reliable backup. Crawdads. Last year was a crawdad birthday too since we arrived at hideout at 11:30 pm on June 16. But, since I've counted crabs when I've crab fished on my birthday, I figure it counts. If I need a license to catch something, I'll count it. We retired for the night glad to be sleeping in a tent.
The following morning, we ran north into Wyoming to fish just north of the Pipeline area. I dropped one rigger to 40 feet and the other to 25 to start out for the morning. We trolled for a few minutes until I had my first catch of the day on a double glow pink RMT hoochie about 14 inches behind a Fusion RMT dodger.
We (Mr. Downrigger and I - Mister Downrigger "is my dad dude") arrived at the place I like to call "Where the boat leaves from" at around 6:30. It was pouring. It looked like Memorial day all over again. But, not to be dissuaded, we prepped the boat and got it ready to put in the water. Mother nature was not impressed by our seeming willingness to get wet to put the boat in the water and threw a heavier rain at us. We decided that dinner was the better part of valor, threw the cover back on the boat and retreated to the truck for some cold Quiznos sandwiches. Not exactly my usual birthday dinner but if that was the price to pay for being where I was, so be it. This is not what we arrived to:
As soon as the rain trickled off a little, we made a run for the ramp. It was raining lightly as we backed down the ramp and there were a few people that watched us from the inside of their trucks. You could tell by the looks on our faces, they thought we were crazy. We arrived at Hideout at about 8:00 and had camp set up by 9:30.
I have caught a fish on my birthday every year since 2002 and I was not to be denied on this night either. We set out at 9:30 to continue my streak and trolled in front of the "wall" at Hideout until 10:45.
We didn't catch a thing. We returned to the dock where I set out for the old reliable backup. Crawdads. Last year was a crawdad birthday too since we arrived at hideout at 11:30 pm on June 16. But, since I've counted crabs when I've crab fished on my birthday, I figure it counts. If I need a license to catch something, I'll count it. We retired for the night glad to be sleeping in a tent.
The following morning, we ran north into Wyoming to fish just north of the Pipeline area. I dropped one rigger to 40 feet and the other to 25 to start out for the morning. We trolled for a few minutes until I had my first catch of the day on a double glow pink RMT hoochie about 14 inches behind a Fusion RMT dodger.
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