Clearing skies and light Southeast breeze made for a comfortable sail from Plunger Passage to Rebecca Spit. A few aggressive rock fish and one sizable greenling to show for the late morning fishing. I returned them, as the quarry was the elusive salmon. In desperation and possibly with some boredom, I was trying all depths and voila, bottom fish! But the sailing was very calming to my fishing nerves. The wind played with the sails and I repeated the mantra of a renowned and retired Missouri fisherman, "I'm not mad at fish anymore." Rebecca Spit is off the port bow with the setting sun and I imagine a fine curried chicken.
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