The first rise was so, so very subtle.
Through the pocket water of one of my favorite steelhead runs, I felt as if the fish had nosed the fly up a bit without committing...like a seal in one of those old cartoons that balanced and spun a ball on it's nose. It's the only way I can describe that fish and fly interaction.
Hmm, could it be?
3 steps back up and a 2 minute pause.
Skater destruction. I don't think I've had a more savage, fully committed head to tail rise on a skater than with this fish. It wanted nothing but death for the fly as it swung across it's zone. Too bad the fly bit back.
This is just another reason in the myriad of reasons why I love steelhead.
One rise as timid as a church mouse. The next, it's warfare.
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