My brother made it down from Seattle to spend a few days on the Delta with me. On the way back in from a windy first day I justified the days slow fishing to him on the water’s drastic drop in temperature last week and the windy conditions. Brandon & I have fished together long enough not to let a slow day get to us. When we pulled up to the dock and Jose & his buddy were anxiously waiting for us (digital camera in hand) we quickly became aware that not everyone had a slow day. Jose had found some big fish and one monster in particular that deserves its own post which I’ll put up separately in the next few days.

As for us and the remainder of our trip, the fishing continued to be pretty slow and though the big school was never found, we managed enough singles here & there to keep us on our toes. On the way home I found myself apologizing to Brandon in a round-about way for the mediocre fishing. His response: “What are you talking about? 4 pounders, 5 pounders, and 8 pounders, that was awesome!”

Looking back on it, yeah, it was wasn’t it…

Note broken rod

Result of a mini-blitz that broke out 200 ft from the boat!