On a flat-water July afternoon, when the salmon bite faded at Langara, I struck out to explore. What I found, without another angler in sight, was a cove with a frenzy of feeding lingcod and rockfish. On a light 5½-foot rod, catching and releasing was as easy as casting ½-ounce jigs and plastic worms. On the run back to Cohoe Point, I stopped for 15 minutes and found two keeper halibut in 60 feet of water, one a 57-pounder. Some days, rare ones admittedly, are just too perfect. Yet if it’s going to happen, it will happen here.