Winter steelhead are a finicky bunch. Something that produced fish one day won’t the next for no reason apparent to us steelheaders. It’s no secret
Winter has arrived. For the most part it’s a season I despise. If I could hibernate I probably would. At the same time, it’s a
I’m sure by now you might be wondering what happened. Why no new posts? Where did I disappear to? Although it was longer than I
The thought of growing old depresses me. I’m not afraid of age itself, death doesn’t scare me, what I am afraid of though is my
Last fall was frustrating. The fishing wasn’t great (for me anyway) and it seemed increasingly harder to find some peace on the water. Combat fishing.
I was lucky when I was young to have such strong angling influences in my life, most notably my father and my uncles. Without these