Japan in February 2017
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We hit the Klamath hard yesterday and came up empty handed. At first we didn’t care — just being on the water in the craziness of this late-summer season for salmon was enough. Surrounded by Yuroks fishing with nets and vengeance we were stoked just to be among them.
We trolled, we jigged, we drifted but the water, said Josh, was too warm to bring the salmon upriver (a recent win in the California courts to release cold water from the upper river dams was arguably too little-too late) but we, like a hundred others, were on the river trying.
The competition for turf by the mouth of the Klamath was just a bit too rigorous for our blood so we motored up to Richard’s Rock and then up past that to the Glen.
No one had luck but we felt good about being free of landlocked responsibilities if just for the day.
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