RE:Skykomish Report - Chasing those Early Natives
Sounds like a classic day of winter steelheading. The blustery weather invigorates the soul and makes creature comforts of home seem that much warmer and nicer... but it doesn't take long before the itch comes back and on goes the neoprene. Every hookup is a gift but they don't come easy. The mind wanders as unruly clouds roll by. The ritual of rhythmic casts and swings is interupted by something a little different which intensifies into the undeniable reality of thunder shaking the rod in the hands and lightning streaking and clapping in the current as the feeble equipment tries to manage the mayhem. With luck the sheer image of nature's potential given glaciers on stone pillars to melt them slowly and several thousands miles of open sea - surrenders it's hold in the icy mystery and comes to the shoreline to burn it's image into our brains and cameras. And there is no weather nor toil that can ever fade that out of our lives.
God, I miss it!