<img height="180" align="left" width="240" style="margin-right: 10px;" src="http://www.northwestkayakanglers.com/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=1018.0;attach=950;image" alt="" /><font size="2"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Report by </span></font><font size="2"><a style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.northwestkayakanglers.com/index.php?action=profile;u=150">Spot</a><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /> March 30, 2008<br /> <br /> </span></font>Ignored the alarm this morning. Woke up around 7:30 and checked the forecasts. The ocean looked like it might be good but the weather outside had calmed and got me to thinking about Springers. My buddy sends me a text saying that he's headed out to surf the G-Spot and that I should come. But the weather...... No wind, cloudy but bright. The term &quot;Bluebird Day&quot; comes to mind. 30min later. I've hit nothing but green lights. All my gear is packed and double checked. Still a beautiful morning and I'm pushing 60MPH beneath a huge flock of Canada Geese. Sauvie's Island is waking up and as it flashes by, I know it's gonna be a good day.<br /> <br /> The Gilbert River ramp was nearly empty. Three boats worked a mile long stretch. I carried my gear down and rigged up. I'd pre-prepped everything before I left. Green label herring were plug cut. Weights and mooching rigs at hand. Within 5 min of putting in, I was fishing. I dropped my rig (an 18&quot; dropper to 4oz of weight and a 5' leader with a cut plug herring) and worked my way slowly upstream. My goal was to drag my weight in the mud. Every time I'd see my line start to stretch out behind me, I'd shorten my strokes. After 2 bumps I checked my bait. Still spinning nicely. Minutes later, my rod loads up without bouncing and I figure I'm snagged but decide to follow Z's advice and give a couple of good hard strokes. I see my rod tip dance and give it a couple more. Soon, line is stripping off my reel.... Fish On!&nbsp; With my Springer limit bagged, I headed down river and dropped anchor for an hour of sturgeon fishing. Met some friendly power boaters and pulled in a couple of crawdads but couldn't find the honeyhole.&nbsp; About the time I finished loading the car back up, the rain and snow started. But for me, it was still a bluebird day.