Chrome Rocket

Pretty damn fresh, considering its 449.7 miles from the mouth of the Columbia to the mouth of the Grande Ronde

Oh yeah, and the multitude of damns they have to cross.

Kind of a miracle that these fish can still look this bright when they make it to us.

Amazing eh?

To Disconnect....

I dont believe I've ever needed this type of trip than right now.

Works crazy.  Moved.  Living like a nomad till the new house is ready.  Crazy 16 month old son. 

Havent fished for the better half of two months.

From the outside, those words above sound a bit, um, whiny....I know it. 

But for me, fishing is my mental reset button.  It allows me to fully enjoy all aspects of life.

Right now the best mental therapy will be a raincoat pulled over my head over layers and layers of fleece and a spey rod in my hand where all I am focused on is the slowing down the speed of the swing as the fly approaches the bucket.

Emails, poopy diapers, home loan paperwork, sales goals, copywriting, co-workers, bosses, living out of a suitcase......

That shit can wait, I'm awaiting my connection to a swimming rocketship.

Chrome Perfection

Our annual pilgrimage to Steelhead Mecca is over.  With terrible flows leading up to the trip, the rain finally relented and gave us three great days.  It reaffirms how amazing the Olympic Peninsula really is.

A few highlights.  3 swung fish in less than an hour.  150 yard sprint down the bank chasing a fish.  Royally screwing up a net job.  OMR putting the smack down and so much more

A bigger write up to come, but there's not much more to say beyond this picture.....