Earlier in the week Jose and I’d decided to fish the surf together this weekend. Making an early morning run to the beach Saturday morning would leave plenty of time to hit a beach or two, hopefully get into a few fish, and get home at a decent hour, leaving all day Sunday to take care of the pile of “responsibilities” that had stacked up over the past few weeks. When Jose called me Friday evening Read the rest of this entry

It’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting here at the airport gazing out the window as I wait to board my return flight home. A temporary break through the low, grey ceiling is revealing a brief glimpse of the eastern slope of a magnificent mountain range lit up in the late morning’s sun. My previous 3 days were spent on the opposite slope of those impressive peaks picking through limited fishable water in search of the North West’s finest… Native Winter Steelhead. Read the rest of this entry

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With flat-calm, windless 70 degree weather, a new 12 wt floating head, a hand full of new top-water flies, and a new million-candle-power spotlight I’d been anxious to put to the test I made a last minute run out to The Delta late in the afternoon. My hopes were that the last week’s storms were far enough behind us to have a few fish beginning to look up again at last-light. Read the rest of this entry