Thursday, November 20, 2008
Cold Morning: Worth the Trip
It was cold this morning, damn cold. It almost stopped me when I could barely feel my hands, halfway suited up, but I continued on and rigged my 5 wt. for landlocked. Fly of choice, one from Mr. Robbins' book, a steelhead fly. If my rod could throw it, they would come.
It quickly became apparent that I would have to deice my guides every two or three casts. Frustrated, I kept throwing that big pink bastard. It was not long before I hooked into a beautiful landlocked, largest I have ever hooked or caught. Fishing solo, I had to net it myself, no small task when the fish out-sized my net, but alas, after a half net, half bear hug, I landed this beauty.