Ours was the second most modest
Boat out of roughly fourty boats
On this section of the Siletz River.
To our port side, an elderly couple,
Salmon fishing in a portable, collapsable
Boat. They had frequent action-some caught,
Some got away, some eaten by seals
While on their lines. Fish weighing
Twenty five to thirty five pounds. The
Rest of us watched. Nothing. A guide
Parked his boat next to the elderly couple
And a customer promtply caught a fish.
We decided it was the location. The next day
We got out early-the elderly couple was already
In our previous location. We grabbed their
previous spot. They caught fish. We didn't.
Few others did. As we left, tired of a day of
Trying this and that, the woman said 'I had
Fallen asleep when that last fish hit.'
We laughed all the way home, knowing
We now had the secret.
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