Another reason to be excited for the float today was Gracy had agreed to come along. Gracy loved to go fishing when she was a kid, but not necessarily because she loved the sport; it was more for the junk food that was consumed only while fishing and camping. I was sure to stop at a gas station to pick up a few treats for her before we hit the water.
Around a bend Tyler suggested that we stop the boat over a gravel bar that provided a nice spot to wade fish.
We figured the farmers had just fertilized the field, but whatever it was, it was not going away. The smell was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and if you tried to breath through your mouth you could almost taste the manure. Despite the stench, Tyler played out a nice cast near some good looking water.
“There’s one!” Tyler yelled, fighting a fish.
“It’s about time!” I said back, because it had been over an hour since any of us had hooked a fish. Just as Tyler had the fish near the boat, it shook off the line. A heavy sigh came from Tyler, as he stood looking into the water for a long second before going back to casting.
The fishing trip ended up being a nice float down the Yakima River. A few fish hit the pico spider, but I lost both of them before bringing them to the boat. Tyler had a few fish take his orange salmon fly with the same results. Gracy, on the other hand, was perfectly content just enjoying the ride from the back of the boat; her bag of popcorn long gone, she now started on the peanut M&Ms.