A little background: Robast and I went out on a short fishing trip to the Elwah yesterday, great views, great company, skunked. He sacrificed a longer day on the water for bringing my sorry butt home in time for me to make dinner, entertain my daughters and keep out of hot water. Background over. Late last night, probably about 11pm: While drinking beer and bullshitting with the misses she had a revalation. "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day" she says. I said, "I know, I'm all set". She admitted that she had not done anything to get ready. I informed her that I had done enough for the girls and not to worry. Then out of nowhere she says "How about you get up early, go fishing somewhere and give me and the girls until about noon to be alone". I said, "Okay, I'm headed to bed". Got up at 5, set out all their cards and gifts, truck was still packed from yesterday so I'm out by about 5:20. This is why I posted this thread: At about 7:40 I returned to the mud infested construction zone where Robast parked his truck for us to get it all muddied up. I hiked down behind the Elwah hatchery down the roadways that trail the huge water pipes. After about a half mile I headed toward the river around one of the big gates. Got to about the place that Rob and I saw the two hander fishing between us yesterday. Worked that side down, down, down. Rob will hate me for what I'm about to say...but I've got to say it. I made it down to the next boat tied to the bank (opposite the side he and I fished yesterday). I had seen a guy enter the river here yesterday and even told Rob about it. Ten, maybe twelve casts later after starting, casting, swinging, stepping STRETCHOMATIC. Holy freaking crap, fish on. Just a few moments later I had a small, probably five and a half or six pound hen to hand, hatchery, healthy looking and pretty darn bright. Ample tools around my feet and I found a nice stone and applied a heaping helping of steelhead stone shampoo. Someone pinch me, ouch, that crap hurt, it is for real. Checked my watch, just about 9am, great timing. Plenty of time to stop at Robast's favorite bagel shop then hit the highway home so I can get there before my noon date with my ladies. Got home, house was empty. Cleaned my little hen, put half into some marinate and half into a foodsaver bag. Got the kitchen cleaned up before the garage door opened and the girls returned home. Not sure what the ladies did today. I still have not seen a card for me, but there is one of my favorite candy bars...jumbo sized...sitting on the counter. We had a nice dinner, I just got the girls off to sleep and now I'm going look for a beer and that Zero Bar. Happy Freaking Valentines Day to all...two days until I'm out agian. This time I'm going with my buddy in his drift boat to scope out the Hoh. Maybe my talentless self can get lucky again. Thanks to those that have given me bits and peices of what seemed to get me lucky today. Once I figure out who's steelhead swap fly produced I'll thank them via a PM! I guess I owe that tyer a beer too!:beer2: Last time my "first" steelhead which was a hatchery smolt. Quickly I was told it was just a rainbow until it went out and grew up. This time you'll bag on it being a stupid hatchery fish, bag all you want. This will end up being one hell of a for day weekend for me.