It's true. Honestly.
My return to my home steelhead river had me skating various patterns through the glassy tail-outs of every run we came to. My eyes focused so hard on the swing and skitter, testing my hypothesis that I could pull a jedi mind trick on a resting steelhead to have it rocket up and eat that surface disturbance.
Alas, nada. nope. no dice.
With that said, I still have hope that I will find a fish that will change my mind. Posts like this one from Steelie Mike give me hope.
Nobody ever gets laid without putting forth some effort, right?
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