A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
Saturday, February 01, 2014
The cabin seemed extra cold this morning as I crept from the warmth of the bed. Friday's clear blue skies gave way to the doom and gloom of winter once again. There was a storm on the forecast and the dark grey skies gave a clear message that the snow was indeed on its way. I was on the fence as to whether or not I was going to hit the river but after my morning routine decided to don the gear hand make the trek. The access was surprisingly busy but once again my section of river was devoid of pressure. I fished the river hard for the first hour to no avail when another couple of anglers joined me. Their company forced my hand and I visited some water I had been to neglecting as of late mainly due to laziness on my part. The marabou wasn't producing today and neither were the money colour beads. I opted to tone things down and go with a more natural faint tangerine 10mm bead. After 4 fish in a matter of 30 mins I knew I had finally dialed it in. It was nice to figure it out and find success in the extreme conditions. It just keeps getting harder on the body and I am now certain my wrist is screwed. First the right shoulder and now the right wrist. It sucks getting old but the allure of the river and these crazy fish won't keep me down.