

I don't know...you be the judge!
A semi-coherant collection of ramblings,misdealings, and Tom Foolery experienced in pursuit of Great Lakes Steelhead.
As luck would have it I managed to weasel my way into another day on the water before returning to work. The weatherman was forecasting a reprieve from the onslaught of old man winter and I thought I better take advantage of the opportunity. Norland was sitting this one out so I was flying solo. From Wednesday past until late Saturday night the Eastern shore of Huron was being pounded by Lake Effect squalls that resulted in Highway closures and copious amount of the white stuff. Just how much snow I was about to discover. The ride up was fairly uneventful for the most part until the road turned into a bumpy mess of pot holes and ice.
The snow banks lining the road grew from 6" mounds to 5' berms in some parts. Snow on roof tops was 2' high and cars were literally buried under drifts. It looked as if an entire winters snow had fallen all overnight. And as if it would never end it suddenly did and the snowfall dwindled until it resembled something more reasonable and manageable. Not quite knowing what to expect at my access point I was a little nervous approaching my turnoff. I was pleasantly surprised that it had recently been plowed and sanded and parking wouldn't be an issue. The morning was slightly overcast and fairly mild. It had the makings for a stellar day. After gearing up I started to make my way back towards the bush. As I stepped off the road I instantly new I was in for a long arduous workout.
There was 12" of snowfall since my last visit and a new trail needed to be carved. Anticipating a great day lay ahead I sucked it up and set out for the river. The forest was filled with a calming silence. The Cedars were gently bowed from heavy snow loads. Off in the distance I watch two does bounce across a white ridge in full stealth mode. If for nothing more that being in the forest in winter this day had already proven a huge success.
I guess it was going to be one of those "no pain no gain" mornings. It is a comforting feeling knowing you are the only one back in the bush and it affords you a lessened sense of urgency to get to your destination. This in turn allows you to soak in the stark beauty of winter in the Shire.
Also temps have been moderately cool with positive predictions on the horizon which should keep them somewhat active. The big water will be around for a while yet as a regulated supply of snow melt runoff continues to enter the system. We should have an interesting week ahead of us. It would be nice to get rid of this snow and if the forecast stays true to their projections we just may. Winter fishing has a special place in my heart but I share Norlands sentiments in regards to the fact that we got cheated out of some prime November steelheading days. I just hope we don't have an early lockup. I'm not ready for the Ohio road trips just yet!

The forest offers a special kind of calm when under a blanket of fresh snow and it's hard to describe the feeling one gets laying the first set of tracks down the trail. Arriving on the bank we could see we were in for a big water day. The river was on the edge and would prove to be a challenge for both fishing and traversing. It didn't matter. We weren't at work. We were in the Shire, with fishable water, a winter backdrop, and a river full of steelhead. All we had to do was find them. Not a bad life EH? The day would take us on a journey through raging river crossings, blinding snow squalls, and the occasional blue sky.
The fish were scattered as expected but we did managed to find a mixture of fresh fish and wintered fish. Some of the fish had actually taken on a faded or washed look having spent the last week in the chocolate mess the river had succumbed to. As the day progressed the conditions deteriorated with the new precip and moderate snow melt. That was fine with us. We had exceeded our expectations and also had gotten word of a nasty squall coming off the lake imposing whiteout conditions on the highway. The hike out almost killed us and gearing down was terrible. When did we get so old?




