Chartering new waters.
You don’t pass up a fishing invite from serial adventurers Roving Dears. Especially when they share a secret spot for sea-run cutthroat in Washington’s South Puget Sound. We raided our gear library, packed the Syncro for a weekend and headed north after work.
After four hours driving, the friendly Dears greeted us with cold beers and a warm campfire. The next morning was stereotypical Pacific Northwest — grey, soggy and brisk. We rigged over coffee and instant oatmeal, eager to get on the water.
Angling for coastal cutthroat.
Feisty football-sized fish, sea-run cutthroat fight like steelhead with an inferiority complex. They spooked but grew less timid with each shower, bringing them closer to the surface. With good presentation, they smash flies faster than a fat kid at a cake buffet. Unless a coho gets it first.
Portage is punishing.
The trail was longer than anticipated and full of steep, mud-slicked switchbacks. From afar the coastline looked promising and worthy of hauling three seventeen-foot canoes. But seeing fish jump right offshore immediately validated the grueling trek. Wasting no time to launch and throw lines, we hooked a couple beauties in the first ten minutes.
Send in the chopper.
BFF Boone Rodriguez brought his arsenal of gear, including a DJI Mavic Pro drone. He capitalized on weather breaks, firing a gatling of shutters. Crystalline water and pearly white oyster shells made for some tropicalia aerial shots.