A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
I awoke late again this morning...deliberately I guess but still later than I would have liked. The chilly cabin served as a reminder that the days fishing adventure would once again be rife with the inherent challenges of winter fishing. I set the coffee maker in motion and let Cody buddy out for his morning business. I tended to the fire and set my sights on the days events.
My wife had a few errands to run so I took the opportunity go re-spool the Frogwater with some Sufix 10lb smoke green mono that I had been recently comped. By the time all was said and done I didn't hit the river til slightly after 11 am. When I arrived at her banks they were surprisingly vacant. The entire section below the coffer was deserted. I eagerly dropped into the crystal clear flow and began to work my magic. The river was not giving up her gifts and line after line, seam after seam provided no players.
I decided to work my way down lower into the river and see if I could muster up a single decent fish but aside from a plethora of nice trout I failed to illicit a Steelhead's response. I fished it all and then some for over 4 and a half hours and still no reward. She has been a stingy girl this fall and continues on with her stubbornness into the winter months. That's alright though as the gifts she does randomly give are well worth the wait.