Wednesday, September 9, 2015
When the Season Really Begins...
The fish slashed across the surface and crushed my skated dry fly like a killer whale chasing a school of salmon
Hyperbole aside, the rise was so sudden and violent that the white belly of steelhead is all I can really say I saw before the line was tight and the fight was on.
There's all sorts of build up for the season. Watching damn counts. Tying fly after fly.
It really doesn't start till that line burns away from the reel and your giggling like a child
And when you're on the board, all you can think about is when you get the chance to try again.