I finally had a small window of an opportunity to get out today and needless to say, I had a wee bit too much rust that I didn't shake enough off of.

I headed off to the Green River in the Auburn area. To call the day blustery would have been an understatement. Started off with inline spinners with rig #1 and that proved to be non-productive. I move to another spot.

I spoke to two others and they didn't get any bites in the time that they had been fishing. Guy #1 was drifting corkies, and Guy #2 was using a float set up.

I switch to my rig with a jig tied on. You know how about 20 casts your mind can start wandering off? Well that is exactly what happened. About cast 25 or so, I felt a very nice tug. However, it still wasn't enough to wake me up. I was asleep at the wheel. I had a, "deer in the headlights" moment for what seemed like an eternity before I set the hook.

You ever set the hook with a drag isn't properly set? Well, that's what happened.I forgot to tighten my drag back after undoing a minor overrun. Doh!

Fortunately, my thumb was fast enough do a relative "half-a$$ed" hook set, but it was too little, too late. The fish got off after about a 15-second fight and I never saw it. Judging by how brutishly it tugged, my best guess is it could have been a chum.

Oh well. You win some, you lose some. While I certainly hate to lose, I simply cannot expect to win going into battle that sloppy.

Price paid; just have to wait until the next time I wet a line.

-ib

Note: I chose coho for the sake of the report, but I was really after anything that would bite. In addition, if I caught as many fish as the leaves I had to constantly remove from my hook, I would have caught enough to fill a gazillion catch record cards.

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