With a fish box void of halibut, but full of filleting work for Mike, we headed in for a hot lunch. I still wanted to spend more time exploring the area s native pictographs and try my hand at crabbing. I loaded my cameras, still hoping to encounter another bathing bear. Our journey took us past pristine shorelines, steep cliffs, some bearing ancient pictographs and many plentiful crab beds. After setting the pots, we motored around, hoping to spot a wolf or grizzly bear.
Guests often spot a variety of wildlife, but only when they take their eyes off their rods.
The morning of my last day brought rewards I m still savoring at the dinner table. Mike found a vermilion rockfish hole with lots of hungry, near-record sized fish. The IGFA all-tackle record stands at 12 pounds my largest of the day weighed nearly eleven. Catching a shallow water vermilion rockfish is like hooking onto a super-charged smallmouth bass of major proportions. Mike also drifted me into several lings, canary, blue, black and quillback rockfish.