HunterHarry
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LAST EDITED ON Jan-11-10 AT 06:32AM (MST)[p]January kicks off the new Steelhead season.
After several frustrating attempts and many miles on the road, we finally got into some fish.
My son had an extra week off for winter break and we hit the road again.
North coast rains brought some fresh fish into our northern rivers.
The kid has just been running circles around the old man lately both in the woods and in the water.
At first light on the second day of the road trip, Thomas fluttered a little Cleo into a sweet looking pool and was slammed by this dime bright beauty.
I just could do sh*t.
Four trips and ZIP.
Here we were on the afternoon of the third day of this roadtrip now and I had pretty much relegated myself to Thomas personal photographer.
All of a sudden.....SLAM.
The fish runs upstream about fifty yards, then does a U turn and rockets down toward a submerges tree, I high stick him, & freespool him around the horrible snag.
Miraculously he went just where I wanted.
I batted him into the calm water fifty yards downstream and after some rence moments beach him on the gravel.
Wow!
A native beauty!
I got no measurements of that fine fish, but wish I knew what he weighed.
I revived him and released him to fight another day.
We fished hard till dark & called it a day.
We camped out that night and slept soundly, listening to the raindrops pounding on the roof of the camper shell.
The next morning we put on the clammy waders, fixed a pot of coffee and headed back to the river.
Right away Thomas had a taker.
Two cartwheels and a spirited fight and the kid beached the lil girl.
All in all a great roadtrip with my best fishing buddy.
The spectacular scenery of winter steelhead fishing is only matched by having a great companion.
HH
(Thanks for the tip Eel!)
After several frustrating attempts and many miles on the road, we finally got into some fish.
My son had an extra week off for winter break and we hit the road again.
North coast rains brought some fresh fish into our northern rivers.
The kid has just been running circles around the old man lately both in the woods and in the water.
At first light on the second day of the road trip, Thomas fluttered a little Cleo into a sweet looking pool and was slammed by this dime bright beauty.
I just could do sh*t.
Four trips and ZIP.
Here we were on the afternoon of the third day of this roadtrip now and I had pretty much relegated myself to Thomas personal photographer.
All of a sudden.....SLAM.
The fish runs upstream about fifty yards, then does a U turn and rockets down toward a submerges tree, I high stick him, & freespool him around the horrible snag.
Miraculously he went just where I wanted.
I batted him into the calm water fifty yards downstream and after some rence moments beach him on the gravel.
Wow!
A native beauty!
I got no measurements of that fine fish, but wish I knew what he weighed.
I revived him and released him to fight another day.
We fished hard till dark & called it a day.
We camped out that night and slept soundly, listening to the raindrops pounding on the roof of the camper shell.
The next morning we put on the clammy waders, fixed a pot of coffee and headed back to the river.
Right away Thomas had a taker.
Two cartwheels and a spirited fight and the kid beached the lil girl.
All in all a great roadtrip with my best fishing buddy.
The spectacular scenery of winter steelhead fishing is only matched by having a great companion.
HH
(Thanks for the tip Eel!)
