The Kings are knocking at my back door every morning here in the harbor. The fish have arrived at the harbors in search of the river they were promised by mother nature only to be disappointed. They are waiting for the rains to swell the river so they can make their final journey upstream to spawn. The fact there is no river will become reality eventually, right before they die. Nice Kings and Cohos as well as Steelhead are being taken during the early mornings and at sunset on a variety of baits from spoons to body baits to spawn, even minnows are working because the bait is tiny (small perch)
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