- Thu Mar 06, 2014 12:52 am
[report]The second trip came in February. After 33 years of life as a trout weenie it was time to try and catch a steelhead. My buddy and his brothers had planned the trip, it was part family reunion, part client entertainment. I was lucky enough to be the guy they called after realizing there was an extra seat in one of the boats. These guys travel a lot for work and fish on many of those trips. So, they are in the habit of hiring guides. I am not. So the thought of fishing for 4 days without touching an oar was hard to wrap my head around.
We left denver on the morning of my 33rd birthday. I boarded the plane with a belly full of bloodys and a shit eating grin.
There's nothing like the feeling of arriving at a boat ramp above a stretch of water you've never fished.
About 2 hours into the float we hadn't had any action. I figured this was normal, but our guide, Aaron, seemed a bit anxious. He eddied out behind a huge midstream boulder and told us to hop out, take a seat and make some drifts.
3rd drift got eaten.
Skunk was off the boat but I was anxiously awaiting my first tug.. I was like a crazy person, setting too aggressively and just generally fishing like an ass. The guide named me twitchy and told me to chill the fuck out. I took my orders, pounded a beer(s) and pretended like a was fishing for dinks back home. A bit later Aaron told me to drop my rig into a shallow seam that I was sure would be fishless. The bobber dropped and I was tied into my first steelhead
That fish must have been running recon for a couple large pods below. As we dropped into the next hole we began seeing baetis. Aaron dropped our stonefly nymphs with hot bellied pheasant tails and things started to get silly.
20" brownie not bad for by-catch
That first day our boat went for 11 for 17. I was shocked. Aaron told us to never, ever, ever, expect a day like that again. Ever.
Point taken. Tomorrow will be shitty, we'll get our asses kicked, fish of a thousand casts and all that yadda yadda.
But on day 2 we ran into our first pod about an hour into the float...
After that fish my hands were shaking. I sat down, lit a cig and opened a beer. Aaron looked back with disapproval. There was a pod of fish in this hole and I needed to be fishing. I handed him the rod and said, "I want to see you do it." He hesitated for a moment, shrugged and said, "ok". We were anchored at the top of a very long and deep seam. He dropped a cast and stacked a pile of line, fed and fed and fed until there were about 3 turns of flyline still left on the reel. I rolled my eyes, no way he's sticking a fish that far away.
I was wrong.
And it was one of my favorite moments of the trip watching Jon net our guide's fish.
It was February and this was his 3rd steelhead of the season "or maybe 4th I can't remember"
On day 2 the rain set in and did not stop the rest of the trip.
Last edited by truteya on Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:43 am, edited 2 times in total.
Trying to remember what my daddy said, before too much time took away his head.