TIDEWATER TYEE
Over the puttering motor, my dad suggested we bring in the gear and move the boat. The tide started going out, and with only one more fall chinook needed to fill our limits, it was a good move.
As we started trolling downstream with the tide and current, I let my spinner out. Almost immediately a hefty chinook attacked it. Minutes later we were hoisting a 23-pound salmon into the boat, marking a fitting end to a great morning on the water.
Dad and I have shared many fishing memories over the past 50-plus years. I’ve also had the good fortune of pursuing fall chinooks with some of
