Stop Killing Wild Steelhead!
Spent a beautiful day on the water here with two nice men, fishing here and there. We caught a few nice salty Cutthroat, got the fly chased by a few Salmon. We saw fish and bait most stops along the beaches. After they left I had a few hours to myself at the end of the day and the top of the tide. Just swinging my Red Herring fly and watching the day end quietly. Fish feeding, jumping, always too far to reach. A few elusive cruising boilers nearby. Chatting with a friend on his evening walk. Sloppy casting, distracted. I am not catching anything. barely anyone is tonight. I have been up since 4:30 a.m. It is almost sunset. I am done. "This is my last cast Fred", and it was. I put the line on the spool and began reeling it all in. Smack!! Nice! Big-Robust-Fat-Bright- Pink Salmon!... about five pounds- taking the fly HARD right there at my feet in the wash. A bit of a brawl. Landed him quick and let him go easy. "Last Cast"...nice way to end the day. Thank you.