Kite Lines - Vol.1 No. 3 - KiteLife

Meanwhile, the nearby campgroundhad come alive . People drifted downby two's and dozens to see what I wasup to . Very few of them had even heardof kite fishing, and most of them hadthat half-smile on their faces thatplainly said, "What a nut!" However,one retired couple, Ed and MargaretAungsted, stayed with me for most ofthe short morning, and when I left togo awaken Pat, Ed bought my spareMono-winch reel and a kite . Margaret'sreaction to this bit of foolishness onEd's part was to say, "But you justbought a new motor for your boat ."Back at the inn, I collected Pat, paidthe bill and headed for a late breakfastin Coupeville . After breakfast and apreliminary tour through the antiqueshops, Pat drove me back to the beach,telling me that she would pick me upEd Aungsted stares at the kite reel withwhich he landed his salmon. He looks as ifhe still isn't sure he did it . Five hours earlier,he hadn't even heard of kite fishing .at 3 :30 so we could catch the 4 :15Mukilteo ferry back to the mainland .I had just about two hours to get thosephotographs for Kite Lines .As I was letting out for the secondsession of kite fishing, Ed Aungstedshowed up again . He was a little dubiousabout the way he was hooking upthe reel and kite he had bought andwanted to take another look at the wayI rigged things . I showed him the rigging,then let the kite out until thebait was in the tide rip .Since Ed wasn't a kiteflier and wasone of those who had never heard ofkite fishing, it occurred to me that herewas a good chance to see if a personwith Ed's qualifications could handlea kite fishing rig without trouble . TellingEd that I had to make up anotherbait line, I handed him the reel andasked him to run things for a bit .I hadn't been fooling around in thetackle box more than a few minuteswhen Ed remarked almost casually : "Ithink I have something on ." Focusingmy nearsighted eyes on the jug, I sawit suddenly go a few feet against thetide : FISH ON!At this point I had a decision tomake : Should I grab the reel away fromthis guy who had never even heard ofkite fishing until a few hours before?I didn't know Ed, but if anyone triesto take a reel away from me in such asituation, he is going to have a helluvafight on his hands . So, mustering upevery bit of generosity I had, I said,"What are you waiting for? Pull 'em in!"Ed turned out to be a competentfisherman . He sat on a log, braked theside of the spool with his thumb whenthe fish ran straight out, and let thejug and kite wear the fish down when itran sideways and straight in . Afterabout 10 minutes, the fish was poopedand Ed brought him in .I waited at the water's edge, andwhen the 30-foot section of line thatcarried the hooks and bait appeared, Itook it and carefully slid the nice fourorfive-pound salmon up to an Ed whohad finally lost his cool . He was shakingand muttering over and over, "Iknow I did it, but I just can't believe it .I sat on a log 50 feet from the waterand hooked a salmon 1000 feet out ."The minute the fish was in, wordwent through the campground like ashock wave . You could see heads turn,then bodies start moving toward thebeach . The campers had to see forthemselves that a couple of idiots hadactually caught a fish with a kite . Aftera suitable amount of crowing, I got outmy camera for the long-sought photographs,and Ed got out his movie camerato get proof for the fish story hewould be telling when he got backhome . By the time we finished thecamera work and answering questionsfrom the crowd, it was time for Pat toshow up . I stowed away my fishinggear, bid Ed and Margaret goodbyeand the great kite fishing expeditionwas over.For those of you who live in WashingtonState, you have been missing areal bet by not kite fishing from WhidbeyIsland . If the salmon aren't running, you can go for the nice big rockcod and other bottom fish in DeceptionPass . Wherever you live, a little scoutingand talk with the local people willturn up the best fishing spots . For myself,it's for sure that when the Kingsstart running I will be back there atWhidbey, and this time I am going tobe very stingy with my gear .STORMY WEATHERS is a technicalwriter and kite reel manufacturer who livesin Milwaukie, OR, with his wife Pat andtwo kiteflying sons, Ward, 8, and Benjamin,5. Despite phenomenally bad luck in catchingfish with kites, he has developed asystem that works and has popularized itthroughout his state .