Day turned into a real positive. As I was loading up my kayak, I saw an old man walking up from the lake, wearing full camo, and dragging a bucket of salmon. Guy was at least 85. I walked up to him and asked him how he did today. This wise old bastard said I was wasting my time on the creek (he was exaggerating because my old Sensei caught four 25 pound salmon there last week), he says that it’s best to fish the mouth of the creek at the lake because once the females hit the creek they are on autopilot to go spawn and won’t feed, and the males only bite because you are pissing them off with the bait. He also tells me that the salmon this year aren’t biting roe and only taking crankbaits. I’m fishing the lake from shore tomorrow with a crank bait. I really think my ancient fore fathers sent me this new wise old Sensei. I’m fired up.