Steelhead Blues

#1
*Cue slow strummin' twangy guitar sound*

Been bored, been bored,
Got the steelhead blues.
Been bored, been bored,
Got the steelhead blues.

Rivers all closed so the
Chromers can roost
and I been bored
Got the steelhead blues….

I caught a trout,
I caught pike,
I caught a bass,
It was nice…

But there’s nothing like
That sudden tug,
The adrenaline,
Some kind of drunk.

Been bored, been bored,
Got the steelhead blues.
Been bored, been bored,
Got the steelhead blues......

You all know what I mean?


Dang it is quiet around here these days…….I’ll see you all June 1st :)
 

wadin' boot

Donny, you're out of your element...
#4
My baby dun gone left me,
burned up my good shoes,
snapped my fishin' poles
i got the steelhead blues

My baby dun gone left me,
drunk up all my booze,
stole all my money,
I got them steelhead blues

my baby dun gone left me
got nothing to lose,
took my houn-dog
I got them steelhead blues
 

Zen Piscator

Supporting wild steelhead, gravel to gravel.
#5
A poem by ee cummings may do it justice. Its clearly about steelhead, see the line with chrome and cobalt.

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.


Myself and the weakening spawning steelhead are akin in the last line. I'm trying not to let it get to me to bad right now and have been really hitting the bass and carp hard, trout will open soon, but sometime this summer I will get thrashed. Heart heavy, the 7wt will be strung up, maxima re-spooled, and the chase commenced.
 
#6
A poem by ee cummings may do it justice. Its clearly about steelhead, see the line with chrome and cobalt.
What a freaking great poem. Thanks Zen!

However, I think that poem is about sex, drug use, and our feeble attempts to make our lives more our own. Probably not steelhead.

Anyway, "eet don matta mang cuz ITS ALL GOOD!" :cool:
 

Zen Piscator

Supporting wild steelhead, gravel to gravel.
#8
However, I think that poem is about sex, drug use, and our feeble attempts to make our lives more our own. Probably not steelhead.
Au contraire, mon ami- The drug use portrayed in the poem could be argued as a synecdoche for steelhead, embodying the steelheading experence as a whole. We are always striving to catch that perfect, wild, unatainable beast, wishing it make it our own.

Put that in your bong and hit it.
 

Ian Broadie

Flyfishing is so "Metal"
#11
Poorly formed Haiku's coming up! Yeah some are off by a syllable or two but who really cares.

I bought a spey rod
With an S.A. skagit head
Needs to see water

Summer Steelhead wait
For opening day to come
June 1st Where are you.......

Opening day comes
Reiter Pond Crowd Sucks
Escape the throng

Found new spot
Not so many people here
Fishing this run now
 
#12
My name is obiwankanobi, but I ain't a real Jedi,
T&T 1509, locked and loaded, on point and on the redi,

I double spey, like my rod is another body part,
My line in the air, paints a unique kind of art,

Chasing dem steelies, all over the West Coast,
Representing a long ledgend of speyfishermen, but I do not boast,

Nothing beats a long day, by sippin on the scotch liquor,
Makes the nights seem fast and the mornings come a little quicker,

Fly fishing is life and represents who I is,
But don't worry, I still save time for all the womenz...

"OK, well it isn't a blues song, but hey its a new single off my album "Mo Steelies, Mo Problems" in stores now......word":cool:
 
#13
My name is obiwankanobi, but I ain't a real Jedi,
T&T 1509, locked and loaded, on point and on the redi,

I double spey, like my rod is another body part,
My line in the air, paints a unique kind of art,

Chasing dem steelies, all over the West Coast,
Representing a long ledgend of speyfishermen, but I do not boast,

Nothing beats a long day, by sippin on the scotch liquor,
Makes the nights seem fast and the mornings come a little quicker,

Fly fishing is life and represents who I is,
But don't worry, I still save time for all the womenz...

"OK, well it isn't a blues song, but hey its a new single off my album "Mo Steelies, Mo Problems" in stores now......word":cool:

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *No Lmit*
 
#14
Obi, that is a great poem/rap song!! You are on your way to being the next rap legend. Besides we as fly fisherman need someone to represent!! Ha!! word to ya mother:thumb: :thumb: :thumb:
 
#15
OK. Here's my contribution for bluesthatmakeyoupuke.

"Well, my baby walked out last night
as I was tying on a leader.

Made a parting comment
about how I didn't cloth and feed her

Well baby, you know. Sage's don't grow on trees.
Somebody hep me.... hep me.... hep me... hep with this disease

'cause I'm tied up in a tailwater tangle
and I just gotta fish that pool. Oh yeah.

Tied up in a tailwater tangle.
Got me acting like a fool.

Somebody hep me, hep me, hep me puleeeeeese."

Ring. Ring. "Hello? Muddy? Muddy? Oh... this is the answering service? Yes... I'll hold."