Wow... a moment of thanks...
When I saw my first steelhead, I was stricken with awe. When I saw a steelhead last, I was also stricken with awe. A large part of me never leaves the pacific northwest.
Hearing these reports makes me realize, amidst all the excitement, that somewhere, somehow, someone deserves a thank you. Of course there is mass genocide of native strains all over the northwest, hatchery-based management policies are atrocious, poachers still lose their full punchcards every winter to get a new one, and we encroach further each day into the streams where wild fish are born... but because some people care, there can still be the miracle of native steelhead within minutes of the major metropolitan mecca of Seattle.
That's not to say there is cause for complacency, and no one is beating their chest... it's just that at times like these I just gotta stop and say thanks to the collective spirit of the conscientious steelheader.
I will raise a toast of single malt when I work my way home through this nasty nor'easter to the Wild Steelhead Coalition's charter year - native steelhead forever!