It was a glorious fall day on the Kenai River, fishing for silver salmon with my significant other, Sue Borton, and our friend, Dillon Kimple. Only one thing kept it from being perfect: We weren’t catching fish.
We were anchored in what usually was a productive spot. However, the river was running high and fast, so the fish had moved over to slower-moving water, out of the usual places. We spent more than an hour in our “good” spot without a bite.