on monday we headed up to squamish,for whats probably our last steelhead trip of the year.and after beind skunked my last 5 (thats right 5)trips to the vedder,i was looking forward to breaking the goose egg.
anyway we get there (mile 28),not a soul around,water is coloured with 2 - 2.5 visibility and not to high
we hike for a ways,fish some sweet looking water but nothing.start working our way back to the car,when my bud says i think i got something,sure enough its a 4.5 - 5 lb dolly and me never having seen an ocean going dolly was pretty impressed,and wouldn t ya know it his very next cast another 1,this 1 is about 2 - 2.5 lb,he caught both in water i had just finished fishing.i now figure i m cursed.we fish there abit more,before going to the cheakamus.
we get to the cheakamus.water is nice and clear and not to high.my bud says see that rock i bet there s
1 there,i say go for it and head off upstream to some other nice water,i walk,fish,walk some more fish all
kinds of nice water after about an hour i start to head back,no sign of my bud,but its now raining pretty
heavy so i figure he s in the car.i get back to car my bud is chatting with a flyfisher,he says hasn t been
many fish around this year,he s only caught 1.we say goodbye and he leaves for the mouth of the mamquam,we have a smoke at the picnic table,no fish at the rock?i say, he says nah i covered it pretty good nada,even the fly guy tried,i say well i havn t tried yet my bud laughs says go for it as he heads back to the car.
i go down figure i ll work the tail out,then try the rock,my first cast hit s the far shore i quickly drag it in to deeper water,whew no snag but the drift is going to miss the part of the tail out i wanted to
fish,as i m watching my float i can just see the rock coming into view and the angle of my drift is going to sweep right by it,oh well i think i ll drift the rock(like i did it on purpose,lol) just as my drift is coming to the rock,bang,i set the hook,line starts peeling off,it takes off down river i call my bud no answer now the fish is heading for the far shore,i call my bud again same thing.now i m finaly getting some line back.this time i yell for my friend,whats going on he says "fire in the hole" i yell,he comes running down what is it?
he says,steel i think say i.and after a good battle i finally get a look at her its a 6 - 7 doe,with beautiful red cheeks and faint red lat line she may not be the biggest but she is the prettiest fish i ve ever seen.after a quick pic she was back on her way,cheers.
sorry it s so long,:)
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