Low flows — like in early August and off and on last month, when it was around 2,800 cfs — the narrow spit begins silting shut, the river trickles over the spit, and the fish — we're mainly talking fall-run Chinook — bunch up at the ocean door waiting for the water to rise so they can come in. The fishermen, meanwhile, complain about the "slow bite."
High flows — as happened in late August with higher flows from the Trinity River, and during September's full moon high tides, with flows between 3,600 cfs and 3,800 cfs — everyone pushes in like a Wal-Mart sale door-rush. The fish crowd upstream to do their spawn thing, and fishermen line the easy-pickin's channel to haul in a winter's worth of suppers.
"This is just rumor, but my crew is telling me that on Friday a big load of fish came in — maybe 10,000 to 50,000 fish," says Borok. "That's what some fishermen told them."
Very high flows — like today, with the river at a whopping 22,800 cfs as of midday, and climbing, following the weekend's rain dump — the fishermen cry their eyes out up on the highway. The RV parks are flooded, the boat ramps are flooded, the roads down to the mouth are flooded. And the big fish swarm in and slip unhindered up the thick, concealing river.
"The water is high all the way up the river," says Borok.
She thinks these super high flows likely will cut a nice, deep channel and the mouth will stay in the middle of the spit, and open, for the rest of the season. And she says there are probably at least 100,000 of the 272,000 expected Chinook yet to enter the river.
So no more cryin'.
(To witness one moment of this crazy, see our Sept. 5 story about combat fishing at the mouth.)