Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Winter Steelhead In a Picture

The grip and gins are great.  Get excited about what fish has graced your presence.  Treat it well, take a picture and let it go.

On the other hand, this is the scene that I see when I close my eyes at the end of the day and think "winter steelhead"

Bare Cottonwoods.  Emerald green water.  A buddy below or above you lost in the cast swing step repeat process.

The was it a rock or was it a fish?  How long before the rain really gets bad?

Is this ever going to happen?

There's my mental picture.  What's yours?


  1. Rocking a cast. Setting up that swing that feels "alive". Knowing this is when the grab happens. When IT happens, and brought to hand, a shot of the fish, gills in-water, and release. Shaking and grinning. Just once more, please.

  2. Nothing like it!
    Your Snap T comes tight as the sink tip hits the water, the swing is text book. You watch as your line disappears below and swings into the Bucket, then it happens! A territorial buck SLAMS your fly and utter chaos ensues.
    I am humbled by this majestic creature's tenacity to survive insurmountable odds and yet come to hand.