I have changed my opinion, wholeheartedly. I doth stand corrected.
With an hour of daylight left yesterday, I threw out caution, clipped off my wet fly and went skating. That hour was a glimpse into true Steelhead Nirvana.
Our group had already had a great day with a consistent bite and fish landed. OMR landed a massive hatchery hen on the Snake and the end of the day put us at the mouth of the home river.
The light began to flatten out and with a Skopper attached, I saw my first actual skated dry take by a steelhead. I promptly trout set it out of it's mouth.
Wow, it actually happened. Couldn't believe it. Ok, back at it.
Two casts later, a massive slashing rise and we were connected.
Holy holy holy shit (my inner monologue)
I said that phrase 5 more times in that hour and landed two fish. This is the type of stuff that makes Steelhead nuts like me a bit weak in the knees.
So back to that picture. That's what happens when 7 different fish try to destroy a skater.
Oh hell yes. Oh, hell yes!
