Having successfully caught a King Salmon on the fly, I wanted to show me friends why it is so exciting. We headed back down to Anchor River and fished until nearly midnight. Hardly needed headlamps. Unsuccessful on day one, it did not matter with a “sunset” like this.
The next day, the river was closed to fishing so we got to explore Homer and the Homer Spit. Homer is in the news lately because of the fight on immigration that it is battling.
The next day, the river was back open and we hit it early. We spent a few cold, almost dark, hours practicing our casts, and hooking and losing a couple of fish. Then it turned on. We found the right spot and the right time and we crushed it. The freezer is starting to fill.
Last #summer we took a trip to Montana. We stopped in Idaho along the way. The cutthroattrout were hungry until we saw giant submarine like chinook salmon swimming by. All the other fish hid as these giant, dark, spawning beasts returned to the hatchery nearby. I threw a few flies over their head but they were not interested in my offering. It was amazing to see these # fish hundreds of miles from the ocean. It took us a long time to drive to our destination, I cannot imagine what the salmon had to go through. At the end of the day, we had wine from WallaWalla and food cooked on our campfire. What more do you want?
We couldn’t tear ourselves away from Dingle’s First Cottage. The conversation was as amazing as the breakfast. When we finally stopped drinking tea to depart, we decided to drive around the Ring of Dingle before the famous Ring of Kerry. If I had one thing to tell future tourists, it would be to spend more time in Dingle and skip the Ring of Kerry.
This is Brandon Beach.
I don’t think that there are any fish there.
Not that I was looking for fish or thinking about fly fishing. But the views were incredible all around the Dingle area. The wildlife was ferocious. We continued on to this enormous and empty beach which I can only imagine is packed in the summer.
Just more beautiful views. We didn’t expect blue skies and big empty beaches on this trip.Over a few semi-sketchy mountain passes. The two lane roads are what we would call bike paths.This was definitely not a fishing trip.Which is a good thing because I don’t know if I could find a place to give it a go.There may have been one or two spots we could have fished. We stopped and looked at this place for probably a bit too long.
“The upper Caragh River is famous for it’s salmon/trout fishing and is one of Europe’s cleanest rivers. It is nestled at the foot of the McGillicuddy Reeks. It flows through Ireland’s most beautiful nature reserves in the heart of County Kerry. Permits can be arranged. Boat hire is available for free fishing on Caragh Lake. Michael O’Shea, fishery manager (+353 87 2213835) or visit www.safiex.com” Unfortunately, we did not stay here. We stopped, watched people fish, and drove away with small tears in my eyes. Then we ended our day (like most days) with an amazing pub dinner. This one courtesy of the Ring of Kerry Hotel.
Just another reason why the northwest is great. I got to hang out at a farm during lambing season and then pick mussels to make for dinner that night.Sure the fishing isn’t so great out here, but this is making explore other outdoor options. At least I got to be on the water.Someone was happy with the result. I hear that they were delicious.
Amanda’s parents came to visit us for a week. We took them crabbing. Don’t mind the blood. We attended various markets. They made dinner for us. We They ate crab by candle light. Which is much more fun and romantic in theory than in practice.
Aboard the “Greenwood Guppy” we heard rumors of good crabbing areas near Seattle. Funnily enough, the tips came from some people working with Elizabeth Swann when she was in town. She is no longer a pirate.
So we paddle out in the Guppy (the canoe in all of our pictures), drop our pots with bait like salmon heads and tails from Fresh Fish Co., and then go home. The next day, the pots were full of hundreds eleven crabs. The Dungeness (Dungies) have to be male and 6 1/4 inches. We tossed back a couple of small guys. We also released all of the females.
Black tipped claws!
Chef Ed (I know a couple of those) is preparing the crab the same day that we caught them. Tomorrow, we are headed out to collect the pots again. It feels a bit like observing, except this time it is fun!
Don’t get too excited by this first picture. It was a female and it is illegal to keep the females. It was also the only crab that we have caught, yet. However, I just found out that you have to let your pots soak overnight to have real success. I feel good about our future trips. We mostly catch starfish and seaweed. But we also find awesome beaches with nobody around. It is just like Hawai’i.