Moving farther up the cove, I fell in love. The Coho and Chum were great fighters, but the Grayling and Dolly Varden captured my attention. I loved watching Cody fishing mouse patterns. The fly would hit the water, and 15 yards away, the Grayling would react, stealthily swimming along the bottom, and then, darting quickly to the fly. Several were just hit and runs, but then, after about the fourth or fifth hit, it was GraylingOn! What a fish--colors, fins, fight on a 4# rod with a dry fly. For the day, I only caught one Grayling on a size 12 Elk Hair Caddis, but it was great fun! While Cody fished for Grayling, I fished upstream for Dolly Vardens. If I ever go back to Unalakleet, forget the Coho and Chum, I want large Dollies on the end of my line! Overall, both Cody and I had a four species first day!
Two days, Lowell took us up the North several miles. Thursday, the sun shone and temps warmed, so we fished for Coho, not to keep, just to catch and release. These bucks and hens were nearing their spawning grounds, and Cody and I had several Coho doubles. That day, the sun's light added a brilliance to the landscape. Matt even stayed up past midnight to capture one of the most beautiful sunsets of his life.
In 1805, the Corps of Discovery grew tired of the salmon when they camped at the mouth of the Columbia and resorted to eating horses just so they could eat red meat. I don't think I could ever tire of salmon, and I guess we have 50 pounds to answer the question.