Freddy and I hit the road real early (roughly 4 am) and made the poor decision of not being fully prepared. Instead of printing off a map with directions to Harris Creek and the San Juan River, we drove straight to Port Renfrew. Upon arriving, we realized that there was no place, or person, to get directions from, as well as the fact that there was no gas or cell service anywhere. We started at the Port Renfrew Creek, thinking it was Harris Creek (which we were aiming for), and then, upon realizing that it was the PR Creek, headed up the road to Harris Creek and picked a spot to park that we thought we could bush wack in from. It turned out to be about a half hour bush wack into a bogus run, and, after realizing our error, we headed further up, only to get savagely lost on logging roads and head high ferns for another hour. Aside from a group of about 5 elk that skittered off below us in the valley, we did not hook into any fish, even though coho's were finning in the deeper pools. Recent rain had pushed the river up on us once again though, thwarting us from getting a good swing. After eventually getting back to the car, we hit the PR Creek (we were running out of gas and couldn't go higher) for the second time, and ended up getting into a couple small bows on a pink leach swung with a floating line and a sink tip, which prevented the skunkage. We also managed to spot a steelhead moving up into a nice pool, but we couldn't entice himto bite with any of our offerings. Here are a few photos from a couple nice pools and runs we hit.
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