Steelhead fishermen welcomed the rain like a dusty crop field yearns the life giving moisture to quench its thirst. As I was working yesterday and the precipitation came down my thoughts took me to the river edge wondering how many fresh fish would move into the system and when I could get out the next day.
The kids were up early and I got them fed and dressed and the last one dropped off to school by 08:20. I had the van loaded and new leaders and egg tied up and made my way on the interstate with high hopes in mind. After getting suited up and walking down to the bank I had a good feeling. The water was perfect, slightly colored up, but not too high. I could see the siloette of two steelhead in my favorite slot finning side to side.
I made three casts and on that third drift my indicator dove down and a bright chrome hen jumped a couple of times but succumbed in the slow water before I brought her to the bank for a photo.
Steelhead werent the only things biting as I had a few Whitefish that tickled the bead.
After throughly working the lanes, I felt they were well covered, went upstream to view another holding area, which I was able to sight another fish holding tight at the tailout. I made two casts and 2nd fish on! She came in without too much fight and about the same size as the first fish, but nice dime bright fish!
My days are numbered as this fishery comes to a close after the 15th of this month, so will have to change gears and look at heading south to explore a new river system to me, but supposedly has alot of steelhead awaiting for me.
It was a great morning, I left at 11 am and got my 2 in 2 hours. Normally, I’d be at the gym working out, but nothing gets my heart pumping like fishing, and I’ll burn calories staying warm, and motivated when the dry spells hit and you’re flogging the water searching for metal.
Selfie grip and grin!