Nate, you haven't lived until a 38 inch chrome bright thick shouldered summer run buck torpedoes your riffle hitched caddis pattern in the surface film of a gin clear glacial torrent tumbling down from the snow capped peaks in the shade of 200 foot trees with bald eagles cackling their social chat with each other. You go from a place where the breathing is as easy as anywhere on earth to a lump in the throat at the hands of the giant searun trout that takes a lifetime to loosen. Like most flyfishing venues, the culture of the pursuit rivals the actual fishing. It's amazing to see Jim Green, Dec Hogan, Farrar, you name it... at Steelhead park on the same spring day. The art of steelhead fly tying may not be as full of fanfare as the classic mixed wing salmon legacy but it's every bit as creative and produces a number of very effective patterns. Spey fishing and flies share the legacy of nearly four centuries of anadromous salminds, long may they prevail!
And I'm only getting started