Where: The River
When: The past two weekends
Conditions: Cold, calm
Flies used: Various spey flies
Species pursued: Steelhead

Song of the day: "Everybody's Fool," Evanescence

I wish I had something good to write about, but for me, steelheading is a less than productive pursuit, at least in terms of steelhead. :)

If anything, I would say "low" is a good word to use in describing how the past few weekends have been

Low numbers of steelhead.

Low, clear water.

Low temperatures.

Ironically, motivation and determination are the only things that aren't on the low side. :)

So Don and I have been plying the usual runs, trying to sneak our flies past the hordes of zombie pinks choking the river.

Here are a few pics summing up how that's been going:

The swimming dead.

End of the road.

Our first official taste of fall.

Almost time...

Good layering and a quick smoke will do wonders when temps get down to freezing.

And when that fails, the Colonel's got your back!

With any luck, the past few days' rain will raise most of those aforementioned lows. :)