That is my amphipod made from Udub scientific photos sent to me by Bruce
Ferguson. It is the second pattern in the series based on actual
super-enlarged photos. The first was the FJP (Ferguson/Johnson Pink) a
euphausid pattern in the same style. The FJP was the one that slammed all
the surface-feeding pinks at Langara Island in the Queen Charlottes a couple
of summers back. We had to drift up on them as they nosed around the edges
of a huge kelp raft. I used a floating line and 14 foot leader tapered to 6
pound test. It was like trout fishing only better. We should do that in the
summer of 2002.
Les
----- Original Message -----
From: "Leland Miyawaki" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Sent: Thursday, May 17, 2001 1:24 PM
Subject: Tacoma Narrows Report
> Well, you never know . . .
>
> This morning at 6:30, the tide was kinda mousey with not a lot of movement
> but I did manage to find a beach where the water was running tight to the
> shore. It was dead calm and nobody else was on the beach. There were,
> however, four Harbor Seals cruising around (depending on your point of
view
> - that's a good or bad sign). The slicks were still full of migrating
> juveniles and what I thought were candlefish, but were not. I could see
> them dimpling the water and could also hear them - they sounded like
fizzy,
> carbonated water - but they wouldn't let me get close enough to find out
> what they were. But they DID erupt out of the water once or twice - just
> enough to get my heart a-jumpin'.
>
> While I was on my way back to the bridge, I saw a pod of feeding fish
> coming toward me. They weren't slashing and crashing baitfish . . . they
> were purposefully porpoising. I was fishing an unweighted chartreuse
> streamer on a slimeline and I cast it in front of the advancing fish and
> stripped it through the school. No takes, but then I knew I wouldn't. I
> also knew I didn't have any euphasids, amphipods or anything else like 'em
> on me, because I put that box away a couple months ago. I looked
> frantically into my jumbled box of streamers, poppers and clousers,
praying
> that I would find something . . . My prayers were answered. I found the
> ONLY shrimp in the box. It was the fly that Les gave me when he was tying
> at the Sportsmen's Exposition last February. It was a little
pinkish/orange
> krystal chennile shrimp with black lead eyes.
>
> Thank you, Les.
>
> I tied the fly on and looked for the school. I saw the them about 100 feet
> downtide of me and ran to get ahead of them. I stripped out line, made a
> long cast and reach mend. The fly drifted perfectly into the school and
was
> immediately taken. It was an 18" marked silver. When the fish jumped, the
> water erupted as the school spooked. After releasing the fish, I saw the
> school uptide and coming toward me. I waited until they approached and
made
> the same cast and picked up a second silver of the same size. That was it
> because a boat with a lone fisherman cruised in and began chucking lead.
> That was it for the morning.
>
> I was very surprised, that with so much small fish in the water and my
> experience last week, I would find a school of fish keyed in on shrimpy
> stuff. That is until I looked out into the dead calm water and saw at
least
> a dozen more small schools justa porpoisin' along.
>
> I have a 1:30 flight to Spokane tomorrow, so I think I will have a good
> shot at a double - catching a salmon on the westside in the morning and a
> rainbow on the eastside later in the evening.
>
> Leland.
>
>
>
