After last night’s skunking at the Barrier Dam, my son and I decided to try again this morning. We worked the banks at the Barrier Dam for about an hour before he said he wanted to try Blue Creek. As soon as we were at the top of the hill, a Toledo man hauled in a nice 9-pounder from our spot. (See tomorrow’s Chronicle.)
But we (or HE, actually) had better luck at Blue Creek.
Lucky shot, not the best quality image. He was a fighter!
This one is smaller than the one that got away (of course), but he’ll do!
A nice 24-inch, 7-pound summer run hatchery steelhead.
All I caught was a Great Blue Heron, sneaking in to see if he could get our take.
He certainly isn’t the prettiest example of a heron, kinda scrawny looking.
Makes me almost sorry we didn’t hand over the fish. Almost.
I thought maybe we scared off the heron, but then I looked up again after shooting the last frame of the heron flying away and spotted this killer red-breast perched in the heron’s place.
Ya gotta watch out for those Robins, they’ll ‘neak up on ya.