On this MLK day if woke at 5 am and wondered if my sore body would be able to take another day of walking, bending, wading, casting, and fishing. Originally, I was hoping to spend some time in the boat to test her out, but the allure of steelhead had me wanting more.
I jumping out of bed, got the espresso going, downed a couple bowls of raisin bran and headed out under the darkness. I was glad to see only a few cars parked and a handful of anglers and was nice that some of my favored runs were void of fishermen. I rigged up and began casting, within my 3rd cast my line tightened and I had a bright fish that exploded downstream. I played her out for what seemed to be a minute until she ran into the current and spit the hook.
Many minutes later after losing more gear and having to re-rig, I moved upstream and noticed a gent just landed a nice hen. I helped him get it to shore and bonked his fish after he indicated that he wanted it. I found a nice piece of pocket water just upstream from him and made a couple of casts and wham indicator down and another fish that boiled from the depths.
I must be into something as I’ve never had this much success with the steelhead but happy to note that I’ve probably been missing a lot of good water and blowing by some good holding spots that contain steelhead. The fly rod is a perfect medium for this river and I can get a completely dead drift presentation that these fish desire.
I’ll be focusing on blackmouth for the next week as I want to get the boat out once in the salt before things close down at the end of the month.