The sun begins to show itself over the urban landscape of concrete and multi-story office buildings. Even though it's October, it's going to be a warm day. The warmth feels good and activity begins to pick up. A man walks down the sidewalk which winds its way through the park and parallel to the river I am standing in. I watch as he works his way down to the concrete bridge which I am standing under and once there, stops and pulls out a french horn and begins to play. 
My guess is this is a street person as they seem to congregate here in the park.
The man with the French horn is a good sign, although his playing... not so good. I've seen him before, here at this very spot, and as soon as he would begin to play I'd hook yet another King Salmon. This scene has repeated itself several times so I prepare to set the hook.
Sure enough, as if on cue, the Salmon wake up and one absolutely nails my homemade spinner as I slowly swing it through the deepest part of the hole. I have 15 lb. test line and a heavy duty Ugly Stick rod to work these fish in through the swift current. Wading here is treacherous due to the heavy flow and abundant rocks and concrete that are strewn across the riverbed. Several drown here each year while wading.
Another fish to the net and released as the French horn player plays on. I smile at the guy and am glad he showed up today. It's not unusual to hook 15 or more salmon from this little honey hole. I remember showing this spot to my cousin years ago. He hooked his first salmon while it was still dark out after only a handful of casts. A beautiful silver Coho. We caught so many that day our arms were sore by noon. Then there was the time Dad hooked that monster wh
ich actually snapped his rod as he tried to bring it to the net. Yes, this is city fishing. Not the best for scenery but productive and always interesting!
Now the sun is really warming things up. I take off my jacket and tie on a different spinner. let's try a chartreuse one now that it's getting brighter out. The horn guy is done playing now. His practice session under the bridge fulfilled, he packs up the horn and saunters off down the path. Three casts later, I am into another King and it jumps several feet into the air with a huge splash. More passersby look on and the drag screams... Now THAT is music to my ears.
