Flatwings tied by Jack Devlin
OUR CHRISTMAS COHO
by Les Johnson
It is around Thanksgiving when I begin to look for what my family has for generations called “Our Christmas Coho”. In my high school days just about every man and boy in our extended family was charged at one time or another with bringing one home and preparing it for the smoker. After being properly smoked it would be kept in the freezer until Christmas when it would be the centerpiece of a splendid holiday buffet.
A Christmas coho however could not be just any old coho salmon from one of the many rivers near my family’s haunts along the Washington coast. It had to be a prime, late-arriving native fish, bright as a bar of sterling silver and thick through the shoulder. In those days we had them, entering the Sol Duc, Quinault, Humptulips, Satsop, Wynoochie, Naselle, and other rivers that will go unnamed, from Thanksgiving through early February. (more…)