In San Francisco, the first Saturday of April means the commencement of salmon fishing season. Longtime salmon anglers are optimistic about this season, despite last year’s disappointingly sparse runs and the increasingly warming water temperatures (salmon like the cold water). So with feelings upbeat and a strong sense of San Francisco romanticism burning, dozens of would-be fishermen–both professional and recreational–headed out west of the bridge last Saturday:
… there’s an almost mystical connection between Bay Area residents and wild chinook salmon. They are a totemic fish, as much an emblem of San Francisco as the Gay Pride Parade, cable cars, Dungeness crab and sourdough bread. Plus, they’re tremendous fun to catch, and almost impossibly delicious.
The catch from the weekend was meager (most boats caught five or fewer), but as that’s the norm for the first couple days, since the boats have yet to find the concentrated areas of salmon. Says one longtime skipper (undoubtedly in a pirate voice): “in a few days or a week or two, we’ll know where they are.” Salmon beware.
A City Hooked On Salmon [SFGate]