Best Salmon Trip Ever!
October 14-15, 2004
I reckon that two days a week on the water would be enough for anyone. But no, I have somehow scheduled myself for a five day Delta adventure this past week and into this week. Now, I’m not complaining; this could hardly be construed as work.
As I began this week’s report at my C-Dory’s little galley table, FishWisher
the boat was secured in a slip at the Benicia Marina while I attended a
gathering of the C-Dory Owners Group (C-DOGs). Five boats and their
owners showed up for this annual Oktoberfest. Four boats were out
fishing as I jotted down this report and I was the only member at the
dock. I chose to stay put that day, having fished the prior two
days with plans to fish the next two days.
I began this five day trip when I launched at Rio Vista on Thursday
morning. I trolled upriver from the Rio Vista Bridge, planning to
anchor for the night at Walnut Grove. I chose to continue pulling my
green double bladed Silvertron, the splashy spinner that has done quite
well for me this year. I’ve used the red Silvertron on sunny days, the
green on overcast days. Maybe there’s something to that, maybe not. But
it doesn’t seem to hurt any.
It didn’t take long for the salmon to do their part to make this trip memorable. As I passed Vieira’s Resort, a seven pound salmon accepted my offering and set my reel singing. I reeled the little jack in amongst a crowd of entirely too many boats. But even in the crowd of other anglers, I got him into
the box with no complications. For me, that was a very quick catch; I’d
been at it for just over two hours.
An hour later, another salmon took the same Silvertron, the reel screamed
and I jumped to the fray. I wound up with a bit larger salmon from that
hit; I put a fourteen pound salmon along side the smaller fish. Wow!
This must be some kind of record for me; I had two salmon in less than
four hours!
Now, I don’t mean to complain, but there I was with a limit of salmon in
less than four hours, and I had plans to be on the water for five days!
What to do? I dug out a clown colored broken back Rebel, attached a
matching orange tail and continued trolling toward Walnut Grove. I was
then trolling for stripers.
I called another C-DOG member and made arrangements for him to meet me at the Walnut Grove docks for breakfast Friday morning. He would relieve me of the two salmon and the striper and I’d have a fresh start on salmon fishing. He’d take one salmon to the Oktoberfest and I’d have some bragging rights when I showed up. Good plan!
Meanwhile, I trolled upriver, towing the gaudy Rebel near the bank. After a couple of hours, my reel lit up again! I assumed that only a striper would likely take the Rebel, but the way that fish fought, I thought I might have yet another salmon on. After a well fought contest, I reeled in an unusually scrappy six pound striper. He wound up in the fish box with the salmon, making my fishbox as full as I can recall – not counting sturgeon. What a day I was having!
I continued my upriver troll, trying for that striper limit to add to my
salmon limit. But, although I tried ‘til nightfall, I had caught all
the fish I was going to for the day. I dropped anchor near the bank
across from the Boat House in Walnut Grove, popped the top of a can of beer and turned on some good ol’ country music from the satellite high above. With all that and a loaded fish box, how could it get any better?
I met my C-Dory buddy for breakfast in Walnut Grove at a riverside
restaurant. We ate well and I unloaded the fish. He would do the
cleaning and give the fish to folks who would really enjoy them. And I
would have a fresh start with an empty fish box.
I began my downriver troll, still pulling that very productive, flashy
green spinner. The day would end at Benicia Marina where I would meet the C-Dogs. I figured I could fish ‘til early afternoon and still make the Oktoberfest in plenty of time. I commenced the troll with great confidence, but hours later, as I passed under the Isleton Bridge, I was realizing that the hot bite of the prior day wasn’t necessarily
still on.
I trolled through the Isleton area, through the mouth and on into the
main channel, hugging the west bank in 10 to 20 feet of water all the
way to the Rio Vista Bridge. That area has been pretty productive for
me in the past, and with my fishing time running out, I had high hopes for a last minute fish.
Within a couple of hundred yards of turning into the channel, my reel screamed out again! I grabbed the rod and fought a fairly good battle with a feisty ten pound salmon. When I finally had him in the box, I figured I could fish the area for a couple more hours, trying for that second limit in two days.
I gave it my best, but I was going to have to settle for just one salmon; my fishing time had run out. I reeled in, fired up the main engine and headed downriver to Benicia in the Carquinez Strait and the good times with fellow C-Dory owners.
October 17-18, 2004
In the report above, I began the story of my five day Delta adventure
which included salmon fishing on the Old Sac from Rio Vista to Walnut
Grove and back. I had a great time fishing, catching a limit of salmon
and a nice striper on the first day and a single salmon the second day.
I also reported that on Friday afternoon I cruised down to the
Carquinez Strait for my C-Dory Owners Group (C-DOGs) weekend
Oktoberfest in Benicia.
And the story continues…
Sunday
morning, after breakfast with some of my C-Dory friends, I cruised back
upriver to Rio Vista, hoping to continue the great salmon fishing for
another day or two.
I arrived at the Rio Vista Bridge a bit before noon Sunday, having cruised upriver on calm, flat waters. I began my troll at the bridge, again planning to anchor
at Walnut Grove for the night. To my surprise, there were fewer boats
fishing Sunday afternoon than I saw on Thursday and Friday. The wind
was light, but the weather forecast was predicting rain and wind. I
suppose that the forecast convinced many folks to stay off the river.
I trolled upriver and into the Old Sac, still pulling that flashy, green
Silvertron with double blades. It was the same lure that had resulted
in three salmon on Thursday and Friday, and I wasn’t about to change.
My Sunday troll was rewarded a bit below the new Isleton docks as my reel
sang out the good news that my fourth salmon of the trip was on! I
grabbed the rod and fought what I suspected wasn’t much of a fish. But
for his size, he put up a pretty good fight. In a few minutes, I had a
five pound jack to the boat and in the fish box.
I was back into the salmon bite!
It has been said that this year’s salmon have generally been smaller,
brighter and scrappier than we see most years. I believe that’s true.
I’ve caught eight salmon so far this year, the largest being just 18
pounds. Two years ago, an eight fish total would have likely included
two or three salmon over 20 pounds. That was then; this is now. I’m not
complaining!
Now I’ll admit, a five pounder isn’t much to brag about, but the little guy
was half a limit as surely as a 40 pounder is half a limit. And I had
the rest of the day and Monday to catch my limit. I was pumped by
having that little guy in the box, and was prepared to give it my best
for one more!
I continued my upriver troll, passed under the Isleton Bridge, and
continued on towards Walnut Grove. I stayed faithful to the cause, but
that second salmon wasn’t cooperating. As darkness closed in on the
river, accompanied by rain and wind and cold, I dropped anchor near the
shore in Walnut Grove. The rain and the wind continued on and off
during the evening, but I was warm and dry in my little cabin. While
I’d prefer to be sitting in the cockpit under a bright sun, the beer
and the country music were just as satisfying while tucked in the
cabin, out of the storm. All things considered, it had been a grand day
which had begun long ago and far away at the docks in Benicia.
I was up well before daybreak, doing my morning chores and planning to
catch that elusive limit. As the first rays of light broke through the
clouds, I was again trolling that very effective green spinner.
Having weathered the overnight rains and wind in my little cabin, I was
hankering for a hot meal. As I continued trolling, I turned on the
auto-pilot, lit the little butane stove and got entirely too involved
in the busy process of cooking up a good, hot breakfast. But I digress…
And I was soon reminded of this fishing Truth: If you really want to catch
a fish, get involved in something else aboard the boat. Then, at the
worst possible time, a fish will hit and screw up everything. And sure
enough… as I was just settled in and enjoying that hot breakfast, my
reel screamed out the good news once again! I had another salmon on!
I set aside my hot breakfast, grabbed the rod and began a fight with what
seemed to be a darn good fish. She was a real scrapper and I was afraid
that with her wild head shaking and general craziness, she could very
well shake the hook loose if it wasn’t set solid. But luck was with me,
and I was able to net her after about four trips to the boat. She
wasn’t nearly as big as she fought, weighing in at just twelve pounds.
I finally had my second salmon limit for the trip! I had a total of five
salmon for my efforts over four days of fishing. What an adventure this
trip had been! I returned to my little table and my once warm breakfast
and dined at a leisurely pace. My fishing was done; I’d be heading home.
After breakfast, I cleaned up the boat from that crazy fish and the cooking
and the eating, stowed the tackle and fired up the main engine. And,
after a wonderful five day Delta adventure, I was finally heading to
the ramp and home.
I’ve never before been on my C-Dory for five days straight. Nor have I ever
planned two separate fishing adventures in one trip. But for all the
planning and the effort, I was rewarded with one of the most successful
Delta fishing trips I’ve ever experienced. It had been a most memorable
adventure! And as usual during the salmon run, I’m already looking forward to next week’s adventure…
