RE:These steelhead addicts are awful quiet!
Drool, slobber, pant... you know me well enough to know that I am mesmerized by glacial water flowing over the ageless rock bottoms of freestone rivers. Even more so by even the remote possibility that a chrome hauzer missle lay hidden in the mosaic. There were times when a steelhead would surge for my fly and with all that I had already gotten for being there that morning (standing thigh deep in the current beneath a canyon of towering conifers with lungs freshened with mountain air) the fish was just a bonus.
Remember the variegated bunny in the 5th bridge pool (Sol Duc) just at the bend with a short type III last April? I'll have to post some pictures from the PNW so people can really appreciate what that corner of the US of A has to offer. We can do it on a shoestring too!
Did someone say "CLAVE?"