There weren’t a ton of fish in the canal, but the seiners caught enough to put them WAY ahead of the gillnetters, and catch up most of the remaining non-Indian quota, so the state shut the canal down after Tuesday’s fishing. On the Seattle side they cut the seiners’ Wednesday opening back to six hours, then gave the gillnetters an extra night, Wednesday night, in addition to our previously scheduled Thursday night opening.
YOWSA! It’s enough to make one’s head spin, but I just try to keep things simple and not spend my WHOLE life out strangling fish, so I skipped the Hood Canal portion of this week because my boat is so slow and I figured the gillnetters wouldn’t catch that much following the seiners in the confines of Hood Canal, which turned out to be the case. I caught about 125 fish on the Seattle side Tuesday night, which turned out to be on the better side of the catches, but still wasn’t all that hot, in my opinion.
On Wednesday morning, with the unplanned Wednesday opening staring me in the face, I decided once again to skip the opening. I based this decision on the fact that the entire seine fleet had the whole flood tide to mop up an already spotty assortment of fish, AND my daughter and I were planning an 11-11-11 party/bonfire for her teenage pals, for which I had to prepare. Besides, Fawn John was slated to fish Thursday night, which he did, and added another 100 fish to the season’s gross stock.
So I didn’t make all the openings, but I didn’t miss that much either, and I indulged in a once-in-a-lifetime pagan bonfire.
TO BE CONTINUED…