Went to the Sky today. Hooked my first today. The fish took at the end of my swing, and fought with me for about 15 seconds. Unfortunately I do not think I set the hook well cause I lost it. Pretty pissed.
Went fishing today with sir Danielocean. We headed out to the sky and got there at around 9am. After hiking down to the river and then downstream about a quarter mile, passing a dozen or so gear chuckers (2 of which had fish) and a few fly fishers, we made it to a gorgeous open run.
After casting and wading out to where we wanted to be, just a few swings later I heard a loud WHOOOOOO yell from downstream and ladies and gentlemen I am proud to say that our friend Daniel hooked himself a steelhead. There was a huge bend in his rod, and just as I was going to grab my phone to capture this moment in history with a picture, his rod straightened back out as the fish shook free. Shit.
We went back to casting for a few minutes and then I heard another WHOOOOOOOO. No fucking way I thought to myself. I quickly looked downstream, and yup, I was right. There wasn't another steelhead on the end of his line.
There was however 2 flailing arms and a head poking out of the water. Our friend daniel had lost his footing and down he went. A refreshing spill it must have been as I was still sweating from our hike. After confirming he was OK and uninjured, it was pretty amusing for both of us. He got dried off and was back fishing soon after.
Not another bite for either of us the rest of the day, with the exception of a trout that I didn't even know I had hooked until he took his 2nd jump when I was stripping in some line. I'm pretty sure my leech pattern was longer than this little guy. He shook free at my feet so I wasn't able to confirm.
We hiked back to where we parked about a half mile away and enjoyed a delicious beer. It was a good day.