Winter Wild

I got my switch rod back from its time in repair and coaxed my buddy Alex to head out with me for a nice, grey, rainy, cold NW coastal winter steelhead trip. After we took the route to the river that involved people looking at us from there property with looks on there faces of “what are you doing on this road” we found our little section of river that was in perfect shape. Dropping and green (with a light tint of off color, mmmmm). I hadn’t slept much the night before (kids, geez) so I would work each hole or seam hard so I didn’t have to hike much. Alex on the other hand would fish through the hole and bust to the next. As I came up to one hole I looked down and saw Alex with what seemed like a boulder on his line that was determined to sit at the bottom of the river. When the boulder shook its head and I saw the line shake I bolted own the hill to try and help spot some slow water to get the fish out.

The fish fought a good fight and did lots of really fun runs. Alex managed to get the fish down the river into the slow water and I went in for the tale grab. I didn’t get the fish first time as I wasn’t really prepared for the size of the fish. We got it back into the slow water and the look on Alex’s face just says it all:

We stopped and got beers and tater tots on the way home just to celebrate. What a damn sexy fish and from one of those little NW coastal gems!

It’s Back

A few times ago I went out fishing on the Necanicum and was having a great day with barely anyone around. I fished one nice outside slot for awhile and had a fun grab. The hole I was fishing had a lot of low hanging branches above me and my Beulah switch rod was making easy work of getting casts to the other side. I headed back out near the end of the day to see if any other fish were in the holes a little farther up the river.  I found one of the nicest outside deep elbows on the river empty of people and got a little giddy. I crept up nice and low and let out a few casts. As my fly was drifting under the log jam I got what I think was a take and went to set the hook. I heard the sound every fisherman dreads of my rod snapping in half. What the fuck!!! I jumped into the edge of the deep hole to grab the tip of my ride that was sliding down my line and than stood in disbelief that my favorite rod had just snapped on me.

While after I stopped being pissed that my fishing day came to such a sad end I headed home. I shipped the rod off on Monday and now two weeks later I have my favorite rod back and I think I am going to head out tomorrow and see how she works. Hope that new rod section has the same sweet mojo as my old rod pieces.