Steelhead and salmon come to the mouth of the river in the fall and can be caught on lures. You hope for a calm lake and a large school of fish, but you take what you can get.
The lake was calm - except for big breaking swells.
Snow buntings in their winter plumage. They nest in the arctic tundra, so when you see them during the spring migration they are almost all white - resembling patches of snow. When they come back through in the fall they look like this.
Cobbles on the beach.
Daniel has the three most important assets of a good steelhead fisherman - patience, patience and patience. You have to be willing to stand in cold water and cast your lure for hours never knowing if there is a fish within five miles. The definition of insanity is to continue doing the same thing but expecting different results. Nevertheless, your chances of catching a fish are still much better than winning the lottery.
Depending on which direction the storm blew, the river mouth either points north or south.
The nice thing about fishing in a beautiful place away from roads and traffic noise is that if you catch fish, it is just a bonus. If all you want is fish, go to Peterson's Fish Market.
Sometimes you can fish for hours without a strike and then some guy will show up and catch one next to you right away. We were half expecting it when this guy showed up.
He didn't, but Daniel soon landed this nice King Salmon. Later we learned that someone had been there early that morning and caught four fish on his first four casts. We fished for about five hours and caught one. But like I say, fish are just a bonus anyway.
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