Moving to wine country dictated a change in fishin' bays. Tillamook has been exchanged for the one south of Lincoln - an area rife with strip malls, meth heads, and kite N taffy shops. After driving through the gaudiness, I stumbled upon a private marina. The owner charges a steep launch fee, but gave this kayaker a break. Surly and opinionated beyond the usual coastal status quo, the old man was also willing to give up a little intel. The sea run cutthroat run is in full swing, and the cantankerous one - despite his disbelief that I was targeting trout over salmon - pointed out a few holes.
Said holes, though, offered little beyond a smattering of juveniles.
The going was windy and against the tidal flow. Perhaps this isn't a fair trade for Tillamook. Time will tell.
Scenic, it is, though; if the wind ever pipes down, there exists potential. Viewed today: my first green heron, a doe and speckled fawn, and ten plus white egrets. Also, two sculpins were caught. Despite their small size, these spiny creatures are formidable fighters. A return is warranted; I should develop a palate for bubble gum flavored taffy.
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