The Perfect Last Day - What It Takes To Catch A Steelhead...
Wanna know what it takes to catch a steelhead? Well, read this awesome story about one being caught on the Trinity River. Those fish are smarter than most fisherman. Just hooking into one is only half of the battle...Keeping one hooked is another story!
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http://www.adventuresinflyfishing.com/vise4.htm:
"This opposite shoreline, at one point, had caught my attention. The overhanging brush and irregular shoreline created one of those perfect lies. My mind imagined a good fish resting just off the bottom. I placed myself directly across from that spot. As I cast the golden stone I could tell that it was going to fall on the water far enough upstream to allow my fly to drift on the bottom, right by the fish's nose. Maintaining that all- important contact with the fly, the line drifted until it was slightly downstream from me. At this point in the drift, a take would normally be a slight hesitation in the speed of the line. To my surprise and pleasure, the rod lunged downward and the line started racing downstream. It had been a long time since I had experinced a strike that forceful directly in front of me. All I had to do was raise my rod tip and I instantly knew I was into a mature Trinity River steelhead. If I let this fish have her way, within seconds she would have found refuge in the tangles of a downed tree. I leaned on my rod at a downstream angle with as much pressure as the tippet would allow. Luck was on my side; I was able to turn her head. With a boil on the surface this bullet turned toward the center of the stream. As experienced steelheaders know many fish are lost in this initial run. I was spared that fate. "
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http://www.adventuresinflyfishing.com/vise4.htm:
"This opposite shoreline, at one point, had caught my attention. The overhanging brush and irregular shoreline created one of those perfect lies. My mind imagined a good fish resting just off the bottom. I placed myself directly across from that spot. As I cast the golden stone I could tell that it was going to fall on the water far enough upstream to allow my fly to drift on the bottom, right by the fish's nose. Maintaining that all- important contact with the fly, the line drifted until it was slightly downstream from me. At this point in the drift, a take would normally be a slight hesitation in the speed of the line. To my surprise and pleasure, the rod lunged downward and the line started racing downstream. It had been a long time since I had experinced a strike that forceful directly in front of me. All I had to do was raise my rod tip and I instantly knew I was into a mature Trinity River steelhead. If I let this fish have her way, within seconds she would have found refuge in the tangles of a downed tree. I leaned on my rod at a downstream angle with as much pressure as the tippet would allow. Luck was on my side; I was able to turn her head. With a boil on the surface this bullet turned toward the center of the stream. As experienced steelheaders know many fish are lost in this initial run. I was spared that fate. "
posted by The "Duke" at 9:26 PM
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