Rio

Eat, bite, chew, nibble, pluck, pull, yank, take, tug, grab, ripped, slammed, hammered – whatever you want to call it, when you’re swinging a fly for steelhead you’re lucky to get a couple of them in a full day of fishing. That’s not very many chances. If while I’m guiding we get two or three grabs in a day and fail to convert one to even a hook-up, the day usually winds down with comments like – “Nice day.” – “Beautiful river” – “Great lunch.” – “Thanks for the instruction.” (but now I’ll try something totally different that actually catches fish) – “Is the river always this crowded?” – or my favorite, “That’s why they call it fishing, not catching.” (that one actually causes muscle spasms on the left side of my face).
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