A full moon means different things to different people. Among fishermen the theory goes that the light of a full moon keeps the fish up and feeding throughout the night. The next day, says the theory, there’s nothing that will make them bite. They’re just too tired and too well-fed. With a full moon Saturday night, that might explain why my guests tallied zero bites (not even a nibble) during their try on the bank Sunday afternoon.
In keeping with the theory, boat traffic on Sunday seemed slim.
Today, however, the river was full of activity. At about 8AM I spied a guided party just below the house high-fiving and hooting it up after landing a fish. My guests wasted no time themselves getting on the bank, throwing a line and angling for steelhead (you can just make out the two fisherman on the bank in the photo).
I’ll be joining them on the bank this afternoon as well, practicing my casts and hoping for luck.