Sometimes in life, the moon,stars, and life all align and you enter a magic period. For a Steelhead fisherman, that means lots of fish, and not a lot of fishermen. The last time I had a day come together like this was 4 years ago in a snowy Pennsylvania January day. I am not a stranger to fantastic days, but magical ones like this leaves you with a giggle inside. My buddy and I could do no wrong. Once we found the pattern, it was over. The river we fished was in PERFECT shape, the water temps were just right, and the fish piled in like gangbusters. I haven’t kept count on my fish ratios since that other day 4 years ago. If I were to write it here, no one would believe me anyway. But this is MY journal so I will print the results so as to not insult my fisherman’s memory. Me- 13landed, 25 hooked. My Buddy-20 landed, 35 hooked. We only fished for 6 hours!!!!!!!! Had this been the good ol’ single days, I would had fished from dusk until dawn.
Steelheaders dream of days like these. Every nook and boulder and shale ledge had fish. Every run, tailout, and hole had fish . Every fish except one was 6-10lbs!!!!!!!!Plenty of chrome and no dark fish. Endless supply of the right flies,water, lunch/snacks were in hand. My addiction had been filled. {imagine Tony Montana and his mountain of coke}. My shoulder is sore, my wrists ache and the dog refuses to leave his bed. It was ridiculous. Fish after fish made it feel like a paid to fish trout pond. I will always relive this day in my head. That is the curse of being a fisherman. But it was a blessing to be at the right place at the right time that day.
