Headed out of the Genny went west. Hit 180 feet, 80 feet down good temps. Stayed in that water the entire time. One hour. Six bites. One mature king, one steelhead (hit my dipsey on the way down) lost two nice hits, and a couple skippers.
Then the storm started to show her ugly face.
I picked up and ran as fast as I could 6 miles back to Genny. It was a scene. Rain hit hard, it became laughable eventually.
Worth every second. Glad I went. The fishing is remarkable.
NBK took all the mature hits.