
Next, I learned that you have to launch from the dock and boy the current was swift today. Hmmmm! I have never climbed into a SINK from a dock before. I shoulda wore the dry suit, there was a good chance for a dunking. I would have worn it, but it was hanging in the closet next to my daughters crib and if I woke her, it would be game over.
I removed all valuables from the yak and climbed in. Thankfully, and to my surprise, it was actually very easy. Then, I paddled out into mid-stream. It was like a tread mill. A lot of paddling, but didn't get anywhere fast. I decided that paddling and casting wasn't going to work real well, so I paddled closer to the shore and headed upstream. I went 0.6 miles, which was a little beyond the I-5 bridge. It took about 20 minutes of non-stop paddling up-current. I realized my paddling muscles were a little out of shape.
I started drifting back towards Brownsferry Park at about 4:30 pm and was casting towards the bank. I was drifting so fast that I decided it would just make more sense to troll/jig close to the north side bank where all the docks are located. I let about 15 feet of line out and jigged it up and down while drifting downstream. About 100 yards after drifting under the I-5 bridge and about 2 minutes after switching to this technique, it was fish on! Yay! I caught my first Oregon smallmouth. Actually, it was the first SMB I have ever caught. I have caught lots of stripers and LMB, but never a smallie.
Now, the problem was that I didn't expect to actually catch a fish. In fact, I only had the one lure which I tied on Texas-rigged at home. I did bring a camera, but since lighting was crappy and I did't expect to catch anything, it was in the rear hatch of the kayak. It is accessable, but I have never done it before while holding a floppy fish. And to top it off, it was in a dry pouch that had a velcro seal. I found out that my neoprene gloves were not conducive to opening velcro. I took them off, and unbeknownst to me at the time, dropped one in the river. Did I mention the current. It got carried away before I noticed it was gone, so I didn't actually notice it was gone til sometime later. Anyways, I did not bring anything to measure it with either. Then, I realized that my rear hatch is made of alternating cedar and pine strips. I layed the fish across the hatch and photographed it.

I released it and the fish had something to be thankful for today as well. It was getting pretty dark so I drifted back towards the launch jigging as I went. No more fish were caught, but I noticed what looked like a bloated hand floating under the brush along the bank. Crap! I hope thats not a dead body. I haven't had my Thanksgiving meal yet. Upon closer examination, I found a partially submerged neoprene glove that looked just like the ones I had with when I had started out on this expedition. Wait a minute, that is my glove. Well, that is something else to be thankful for I guess.
I returned to the dock and managed to safely climb out of the yak. I humped everything back to the family truckster (aka sign of male fertility, the mini-van) and loaded up. Upon my glorious return home, I photographed, with scale, my rear hatch so I could determine the size of this monstrous fish. I estimate it was about 14 1/2 inches. That is monstrous isn't it???


Happy Thanksgiving to all.
-Craig