Digging around in the ol’ photo vault this morning, I ran across this photo…can’t even remember where I was fishing I took it…but it reminded me of a quote I saw about 20 years ago that has always stuck with me:
“If there’s magic in this world, it lies in moving water…amen.”
Amen, indeed! Think I need to go steelhead fishing now. Guess garage cleanup day gets postponed…again!
I have this little mantra that goes like this: If I can A) Drive a truck onto a lake or B) Have to chop a hole in a river to get my line wet…well, it’s too cold to fish. Of course, the boys in the Great Lakes would think that was just downright silly. They don’t let a frozen river stop ‘em from catching chrome. Guess maybe I’m not quite as tough as I thought…
Here’s a look maybe the poachers are familiar with…but the rest of us don’t often see: A steelhead stream in the dead of night. I shot this long exposure photo while on a camp and float trip. It was clear and bitter cold at 3 AM but the Call of Nature was ringing loudly enough that I had to leave the friendly confines of the sleeping bag and tent.
I’m glad I did! It was an incredible scene…the full moon glowing over the softly gurgling river. So, I hoofed it back to the tent and grabbed the camera and made a make-shift tripod on some rocks and snapped this shot. I hung out and enjoyed the view until my fingers and toes went numb and then dove back for warmth of camp…
The other day my 4-year-old asked me what my favorite color was. I honestly haven’t spent a whole lot of time thinking of such things since I was, oh, 8 years old, so I just spat out: “Green” for no particular reason.
Kinda like steelhead green, daddy?
Yea, just like that. And…come to think of it…just like the green of a redwood canopy and the green of a steelhead’s back and the green of the moss on the rocks. Turns out, I guess my favorite color is green. Here’s what I mean… [click to continue…]
Okay, I swear this actually happened several seasons back at Rossmoor Bar on the American River. I had a couple clients out side-drifting for steelhead and we ended up hooking this black bra. I must admit that women’s undergarments aren’t an everyday catch…and it occurred to me that this shot would make a most excellent “Fill in the Blank.” So, without further adieu, used the comments section below and let us know what you think may be being said here…
Okay, so you guys know how the whole Fill in the Blank thing works. Use the comments section below to give us your best idea of how the conversation between these two guys might be going. [click to continue…]
Now, all wild steelies on the Smith will be headed back where they belong: The water!
One of the worst fishing regulations ever written was finally reversed at the beginning of March and now all wild steelhead on the Smith River must be released! With the amount of fishing pressure the (California) Smith gets, it was only a matter of time before the wild steelie population there crashed and burned.
Luckily, this new regulation took affect before that happened, hopefully ensuring the state’s largest breed of anadramous rainbows lives on! [click to continue…]
Just got back from a week-long roadie in Northwestern Oregon, where Big Fred, Riles and I met up with our boy Nick “The Sultan of Steelies” Amato, Editor of Salmon Trout Steelheader Magazine and all-around cool cat. We focused on some of the smaller, less traveled streams on the Oregon coast. Here’s what we found…