july 22, 2010 09:52am
I recently had the opportunity to fish with the Threlfall brothers, Dan and James. These guys knew how to have a good time, and were here to target big Chinook salmon, and I wasn't about to disappoint them. The weather could not have been better to fish my old favorite haunts, and the spirits on the boat were high as we haeded north in search of Tyees. We trolled the edge of a deep rock face for quite some time, with little excitement, except the good humour on the boat. Mid day we finally hooked up, and after a nice scrap we boated Dan's 28 pounder. We trolled slowly back and forth amongst some other boats for another long while, with little action for any of the boats. I knew from experience that the good fish would show up if we stuck it out. Slowly, one by one, the boats thinned out until there were only us and one other boat still confident that it would happen here. As if like magic, as the last boat to leave was out of sight, we hooked up, and it was a good one! The fish absolutely hammered the bait on the starboard rod, and was peeling line before James could even get his hands on the Islander knuckle buster reel. The fish took a huge run, then sounded down to the depths. I told James he was in for a battle. The fish ran to the surface and cart wheeled through the air, the chrome of the beautiful fish catching the rays of the early July sun. After a lengthy battle, I managed to net the Tyee of the trip, slightly over 40 pounds on the mercy-less digital scale. James complained that his arm ached, but Dan said there were worse things to complain over... ah, brotherly love! Some how, James Manged to lift his trophy for a picture.
Nice work James! We finished the trip with Dan landing another 26 pound Chinook, and James with another Tyee weighing in at 31 pounds, with a few Cohos thrown in for good measure.