Connor catches a big one

Connor has really learned the hang of things on the boat, and if you've ever fished in the fashion we have (it's dangerous), you can understand the importance of this.

He caught a 16 lbs. Chinook all on his own! Grandpa helped net it for him and had to pay him $5 for a bet he made: whoever catches the biggest salmon that day would get the dough!

The fishing this year was really poor—the Chinooks (and Coho) just were not in yet. Fishing numbers for everyone was low and on most days there, there weren't any fish counters from the state even. Furthermore, this had to be the lowest turnout we've ever seen. Normally the marina would be packed and as you may have seen in previous pictures, the marina isn't full. We suspect it's due to the inflated cost of fuel.

With the difficulty in catching salmon, we did manage to catch some bottomfish, like sea bass, lingcod, and cabezon. Connor loved it! All in all we had a good time and will look forward to going there again.

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The birth of The Morgan Chronicles begins with our annual journey to Neah Bay...

Me and the boys will be heading off for Neah Bay first thing in the morning tomorrow!

This is one of those trips we all look forward to every year. We appreciate it for the ocean air, the picturesque views, the spectacular sunrises—as well as the physical toll it takes on us if that doesn't crazy enough! All this makes the salmon fishing there as one of our cherished traditions.

Our journey will begin with a 5-hour drive. Brett, Connor and I with the camper and Dave with our boat in tow.

Our agenda will include a hike on the Ozette Trail, where we'll walk through a lush forest to the beach.