Thanks for the kind remarks.
Fueled by the excitement of yesterday fishing trip it did not take much urging to get back out there again today.
I wanted to get to the river right at daylight but when I got in the Leaf Mobile I saw the gas gauge needle at empty, darn forgot to fuel it up yesterday. So that meant a detour for some petrol that made me 10 minutes late arriving at the river.
Was this a sign of what lay ahead for this forgetful angler.
As the"hot spot" comes into view as I clamber down the river's bank with daylight now 10 minutes old, horrors of all horrors, there is someone in my run.
I could not believe my eyes.
Anyway thats OK, I got my tube, if the angler hooks one that I feel he will the tube will be ready. Actually I am so cocky I have 2 tubes today, just waiting to have a wild steelhead put in them.
I decide to work a secondary run and leave the run to the lucky one but I keep an eagle eye on him to see if his pole will indeed bend.
I am just getting started at the head of the run when all of a sudden the angler in the "hot spot" is on the move.
I am excited to move down to the now vacant run but with no one in sight I might as well finish fishing the run I am at before I move to it. After about 5 minutes I can wait no longer, I am on the move.
I tremble with excitement as I make my first cast thinking are they here again today.
I donot have long to have my question answered as near the tailout the Maple Leaf Drennan dips, I am ready, I strike, there he is, one head shake, two head shakes, darn gone, my first loss of the year after landing the other three I have hooked to start the season. Little did I know things were going to get worse.
About 50 feet above the initial hookup the float dips again, I strike nothing there, was it bottom as the run is fairly shallow, no I estimate I am at least a foot above bottom. The next cast same spot down again, I strike, one head shake a bit of a boil then slack, double darn. Whats going on, I check my hook, its sharp.
Nothing more for a while so I move up to the top of the run. On the first cast down goes the MLD, the strike sees the Drennan fly out of the water onto the rocks luckily it does not shatter. On goes another bait, I am ready now, as the MLD drifts into the zone down it goes again, the hook set yields a solid feeling, as before a single head shake, a boil, then the sicking feeling of slack line, triple damn.
Whats going on here, a long time since this has happened to me, what a beak I think to myself. Maybe the two tubes are the problem, way too confident in myself. Another 10 minutes of nothing so I move down a tad to another run with a nice spill over. I put on a egg sack for a change of pace. On the second cast and for the 5th time of the morning the MLD is swimming below the surface, once again I strike only to come up empty, the egg sac is torn up some but good enough for another drift. Same spot down again, head shake once again but this time the steelhead is taking line, hooked.
It puts up a good fight certainly better than the one yesterday, I am hoping for a wild of course. It takes around 5 minutes before I see the pleasant shape of an adipose, a steelhead on the upside or downside of 9 pounds, a very chrome doe.
It takes another couple of minutes of back and forth action before I have her on her side and she easily slides into the holding tube. Well its about time after so may chances. I phone the hatchery to arrange the pickup.
I also check in with "The Master" and tell him of my good and bad luck, he has been blanked so far. "The fish that were in the location I am at must have moved into your area" he adds.
I have tied the tubed fish up to part of a limb, I check it a couple of times to make sure she is resting comfortably. Shortly after it is like bees being attracted to honey as anglers start to appear from all sides of me.
Two have moved into the run where I had all the action. I stay near the tube. It does not take long until one of the anglers is into one. The angler is packing a tube too so I move up to watch the action and help tube it if it is another wild, its a good sized buck, near 14. As it nears the shore we see there is no adipose and one less steelhead is not in the river.
It is not long until George and Ron arrive for the pickup, they tell me they picked up another on the way down. It appears after a slow start the wilds are now being caught.
As they are getting ready to leave they get word another wild is in a tube a few hundred yards above us, a worth while trip for them this morning.
Shortly after they leave the cell phone rings its The Master, I guess all the fish have not left his area as he tells me he has landed a good sized hatchery buck but he is not sure of the weight. I know it must be a good one as he would not have kept one that early in the day.
I join up with Lew who has just come out, we try some other runs but come up empty.
I decide to leave Lew at it while I go for lunch. Just as I get to leave Nick calls again and said his fish is bigger than he thought, 18.91 pounds, good for first place in the Wally Hall, Memorial Derby. I look forward to see the photo of that monster.
After lunch I return to the river and try for another hour but I have run out of chances and head for home with memories of 3 fish lost but pleased with another for the hatchery which is the most important thing. Besides maybe those lost today will be there tomorrow for you or me, time will tell.