Rain, outgoing tide, bait present; decent conditions for some mid-day salmon action on the neighborhood beach. A good way to kill time before we hit the pub.
Thee Trouthole and myself hit the water at about 1:30. By 1:45 I had landed the one and only fish of the day.
The resident coho squirted out of the water in low hurdling arcs, except for my fly in its mouth looking like the bait that it was chasing moments earlier. A couple of splashy tail walks thrown in for show.
First salmon of the year, Huzzah!