Well, this is it. The end of another boating season. I could milk it a bit longer, but there are a few things that need to get done around the house before the snow flies.
I arrived Friday afternoon at an early hour. There was a ripple on the fairway and a flag snapping on the pole.
The forecast was for a weekend of wind so I rounded up the necessaries for the annual oil change.
I got that job done in a couple hours and spent the rest of the evening relaxing.
Saturday morning and the air is still. Might as well get that one last fling out of my system. So, I motored out a ways at dawn, to see if I could find some fresh fish.
There are still trollers in and around the harbor, but I have no real desire for those maturing salmon at this late date.
The sonar out here shows a little over 50 degrees on top...
and a little cooler 25 feet down so I'll be targeting the surface waters.
I deploy my one man spread of rigger, diver and half core and wait for some action.
Still nothing as the sun finds the horizon.
I notice the temperature seems to have dropped as I troll west.
How low will it go?
That's right. 36.4 degrees on the surface. Only 4 1/2 degrees north of solid.
It was a nice morning for a little ride and I got to check that everything was back in order after the Friday evening motor service.
I eventually ran into another temperature break that held a lot of bugs and scum. I trolled that for a few minutes without success. Then, while clearing lines, I had a steelhead hit and had that fish on for a brief period. Enough is enough so I called it a year and headed back to port.
Bade farewell to the Badger one last time...
as the resident swan kept watch...just as it did when I arrived in April. Must be an omen.
Time to pack up the gear and prep this machine for it's winter nap.
Sawdust season is near.
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