Hit the Vedder this morning and knew it was going to be a special day when I realized I forgot my passport. The water was absolutely dialed. Fished below the Crossing and didn't see much going on at any of my stops until I worked my way down to the upper canal. Thats where the party was happening. Springs, Chums, Coho...the gang was all there along with many of the folks from the lower mainland and a Yank or two. I Managed to find Mr. Hooknose. My Rogue 964 won the battle but paid the ultimate price. I'll be re-tieing a new tip half...hopefully before the steelies get here. I had to have the Wife snap a couple of pics of the rod killer. Maybe some day I'll figure out how to post them.
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