I went out to Keystone Harbor at Admiralty Inlet a couple hours before high tide, but during a decent shift on the incoming.
As soon as i lined up between fellow shore casting anglers, a retired Navy gent (thanks for your service!) to the left of me hooked into a nice pink using what looked like a 2" bare naked buzzbomb, no hootchie.
But it managed to shake off at the shoreline.
Hate to see that, but the gent said that was ok and it was similar in size of another pink he caught a couple of days ago.
So we resumed casting.
Then, no more than 3 minutes pass and a couple on my right hook up. No, not with each other, the gent landed what looked to be a nice pink while his wife netted it.
Good teamwork and back to casting.
Naturally, i was a little jeleous as i casted my lonely chrome/pink rotator and popsicle hootchie momma, but i was happy that someone was into the catch.
Then just 5 feet from shore, just outside of my rodtips reach, wham, a solid strike, surprising me by hookin up with my lonely chrome hootchie momma with a chrome kiss of its own.
It was so close i could see the old goats large scale reflectors, silver in its tail with no ovals and lack of an adipose fin.
Then he attempted to run, but hootchie momma would have none of that and decided this buck was a keeper.
Turned out to be 5#/24" hatchery coho with an empty stomach and a broken heart...only thing more sad than a broken heart is just 4 days of fishing MA9 left.

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