Day 4 – Saturday. We Slayed ‘Em.
We woke up early that next morning to find it raining again. But that was good news as far as the fishing was concerned. I had been wondering in my bunk the night before why we hadn't hooked and landed more silvers, and I decided that, with the sunny day, I should have been pulling big olive and black streamers instead of the bright pink stuff. Now, with the clouds and wind, the pink stuff will work.

Tim, Keith, and I shared one of the cabins. The boys in the other cabin weren't awake when we went over to look through the window and check on them, and they didn't look like they'd be awake any time soon.

"What do you want to do?" Tim asked.

"Well, we should let Quad sleep in … but Field & Stream is going to work … sorry Keith, you're shooting for both," I said. "This morning you're Field & Stream, and we fish in the rain."

My hunch played out perfectly. After ripping back down the beach, we set up in the same spot. The fish were rolling like crazy. There had to have been 10 times as many as the day before -- big, fresh, unmarked fish that ran in on the night tide.

We started swinging those pink streamers, specifically some "Strung Out Rockstars" which my friend Derek Fergus had developed. Bam. Bam. The fish knocked the snot out of them. I was feeling dialed-in. We caught dollies (Dolly Varden trout) and humpies (pink salmon) also.