Steelhead Fishing: The Clarity Consumes, And Addicts

I didn’t think much about swinging flies for steelhead. It seemed a passion for the insane – casting a thousand times for a single hook-up.

Having absorbed myself in the technique, I now find I’m consumed not by the opportunity of the catch itself – displayed via the Farcebooks and/or Twitlings of the angling world, instantaneous captures of self-gratification that now consume our angling environs – but by the simple pleasure of the cast.

In its own right.

I am once again lost. In defining the supposed skill it takes to deliver a package to a fish. Enticing said water-breather to accept.

Yet at the same time rejuvenated, by the simple concept of signing for it.

MG signing off (because the cast can be everything, no matter the size of the SD card)


jfwellspdx says:

I received a spey rod for Christmas, 2011. Since then I have only fished for other species twice and have spent the rest of the time swinging flies for Steelhead. I have caught one fish (just last week!), and to tell you the truth, it doesn’t bother me in the least. I love that feeling of the perfect snap-T blasting across the river, the sound of the rain pattering on my hood as the fly slowly swings across the current. I hope it isn’t another year before my next fish, but if it is I will still be out there casting.

I know precisely where you are coming from. The next one will come sooner, me thinks. Keep it up!

I don’t think I’ll be spey casting any time soon but the general idea of the simple pleasure of the cast works for me in its own right. Skynyrd had a song about it.

Of course, Skynyrd has a song about everything worthwhile. But seriously, imagine being the first man (that I know of) to nab a hot Albie on a 14 foot 9-weight and big click-pawl reel!

Sold. I think I’d like to catch everything on a click-pawl reel.

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