Lost Lead, Different Rods, Fresh Fish

The morning started out Smokey. Not nearly as bad as last week where it was hot and dry and I should have been wearing a mask. But it still lingered in the still morning air. Sounds like the Stouts fire is getting contained, slowly but surely.
The Salmon guys were all jockeying at their put in as I crossed the bridge. I'm so glad I don't play that game...
I had the pleasure of taking Craig Neilson of Shasta Trout out for some Early Steelhead. Of course, wanting him to get into them, I made a pretty bold move right off the bat and anchored in a spot that past experiences have taught me to avoid. One of those spots I know holds fish, but you take a chance and it's awkward swinging from the boat. I felt the anchor lock in a slot as soon as it touched down. We had to cut the rope after a few minutes fighting to get it back. No fish there either.

Craig's Steelhead Hen


This beautie came a few runs later. I stumbled out of the boat when I heard the reel sing. I don't think Craig had made more than three casts, maybe half of his shooting head out. 
After a celebratory beer, I stepped out and not half a dozen casts later, chatting away, not paying any attention, WHAM! And then slack. So it goes. Don't throw it out there til' yer' ready.
Nice.

Rogue Steelhead


We finished the day swapping rods and lines. I cast a few of Craig's Anderson Custom Rods and they cast as nice as they look. He tried out the Douglas DFX 7116-4 I have been demoing. All Before noon.

Go get em'