You don’t pass up a fishing invite from serial adventurers Roving Dears, especially when they share a secret spot for sea-run cutthroat in Washington’s South Puget Sound. We promptly raided our gear library, packed the Syncro for a weekend and headed north after work.
After four hours driving, the friendly Dears greeted us with cold beers and a warm campfire. The next morning was stereotypical Pacific Northwest — grey, soggy and brisk. We quickly rigged over coffee and instant oatmeal, eager to get on thewater.
Angling for coastalcutthroat.
Feisty football-sized fish, sea-run cutthroat fight like steelhead with an inferiority complex. They spooked easily but grew less timid with each passing rain shower, bringing them closer to the surface. With good presentation, they smash flies faster than a fat kid at a cake buffet. Unless a coho gets itfirst.
The trail was longer than anticipated, nearly a mile, and full of steep, mud-slicked switchbacks. From afar the coastline looked promising and worthy of hauling three seventeen-foot canoes. But seeing fish jump right offshore immediately validated the grueling trek. Wasting no time to launch and throw lines, we hooked a couple beauties in the first tenminutes.
It’s a cutthroatsport.
Huge thanks to the Roving Dears for their hospitality, and mega props to Boone for capturing the magic. Learn more about this ill-tempered battler and where to find them by checking out the Coastal Cutthroat. Coalition
Keep those linestight.