It's inevitable...every year the changing of the guard. The transition from Steelheading back to the reality and responsibility of work, home, family and such. It's not like those influences aren't there during the steelheading season. But life just seems a little easier with the constant anticipation of time spent on a river on the immediate horizon. Don't get me wrong...the end of steelheading season is the beginning of another wonderful time of the year but its the transition that weighs hard on ones soul. It's metaphorically like saying goodbye to a really good friend that you know you will run into again in a few months time but for some reason that reality provides no remorse from the sadness. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out how I am going to piscatoraly fill this void. I have always considered taking up the fly and actually purchased a couple of rigs in 2011 with grand illusions of steelheading with them. Aside from a short impromptu attempt the rods have sat idle. Idle that is until today.
**sorry for the iphone pics...I really didn't expect to catch anything ;0)**