EOBOY
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Recently I have seen the Hospital Hole mentioned and wasn't sure where it was. Today I found out where it is and it brought back a memory that almost made me quit fishing for Salmon.
My family went to Netarts bay for Thanksgiving 42 years ago. I wanted to fish for Salmon and my Dad wanted to Crab. He brought his canoe and crab traps. So Fri. and Sat. we would set traps and go back to the cabin and play chess for awhile and then check the traps. After not catching anything for 2 days I was bored. Late in the afternoon on Sat. as we paddled out to the traps we saw a crab in about 6 feet of water. He said " jump in and grab that". I was not going to do that. It was Nov. and cold! But it was my Dad so like a good boy I stripped to my shorts and dove in. After an epic duel I some how got that stupid thing in the canoe. It was a Female. I was done crabbing.
The next morning we got up and ate breakfast I was ready to go fishing. Dad and my mother were going to church. What! I thought we were going fishing. When I get back. Fine. They got back after noon and I was upset and ready to go. Dad didn't change cloths. We drove his Caddie to what I know is the Hospital Hole. When we got there I was out and fishing. He on the other hand was busy talking to everyone and slowly putting his rod together. He even still had his reel in the box. Talking all the time. Shut up already and fish. After about 30 or 40 minutes he was ready. Still in his Sunday go to meetin' cloths he lofted his bobber out into the middle of the river. No more had it hit the water than it went down. For the next 25 to 30 minutes he ran everyone out of the hole as he chased that fish up and down the bank. Of course he was talking all the while. Shut up already!
Finally someone put me out of my misery by netting that monster. 44 LBs. If I had any rod but my Finny in my hands I would have broke it over my knee.
My family went to Netarts bay for Thanksgiving 42 years ago. I wanted to fish for Salmon and my Dad wanted to Crab. He brought his canoe and crab traps. So Fri. and Sat. we would set traps and go back to the cabin and play chess for awhile and then check the traps. After not catching anything for 2 days I was bored. Late in the afternoon on Sat. as we paddled out to the traps we saw a crab in about 6 feet of water. He said " jump in and grab that". I was not going to do that. It was Nov. and cold! But it was my Dad so like a good boy I stripped to my shorts and dove in. After an epic duel I some how got that stupid thing in the canoe. It was a Female. I was done crabbing.
The next morning we got up and ate breakfast I was ready to go fishing. Dad and my mother were going to church. What! I thought we were going fishing. When I get back. Fine. They got back after noon and I was upset and ready to go. Dad didn't change cloths. We drove his Caddie to what I know is the Hospital Hole. When we got there I was out and fishing. He on the other hand was busy talking to everyone and slowly putting his rod together. He even still had his reel in the box. Talking all the time. Shut up already and fish. After about 30 or 40 minutes he was ready. Still in his Sunday go to meetin' cloths he lofted his bobber out into the middle of the river. No more had it hit the water than it went down. For the next 25 to 30 minutes he ran everyone out of the hole as he chased that fish up and down the bank. Of course he was talking all the while. Shut up already!
Finally someone put me out of my misery by netting that monster. 44 LBs. If I had any rod but my Finny in my hands I would have broke it over my knee.
. One young man helped me get my line OFF a log wayyy down below my feet at low tide and I didn't even ask him, he just jumped down and did it before I knew what he was doing. I think he felt sorry for my old self. He got his limit by the way. But I can see myself in my canoe floating by there.
