Headed over to the lower Sky yesterday morning. The river was pushing 8' but I had picked up a new extended mid-section for my Windcutter and was anxious to see how it cast. Was great to have a spey rod back in my hands after a month away and I was pleased with the new line.
As I worked my way down a favorite run, suddenly the line stopped and I lifted into the familiar throb of a nice sized steelhead. The fish made a strong downstream run into my backing before I could check it and start to gain some line back. This was followed by a second run that was shorter but no less determined. Once again I got it stopped and was gaining line when the fish started a third run and the line went slack. I reeled in to find the 12# flurocarbon tippet had come apart at the hook eye. My brief disapointment was quickly replaced by the joy of realizing that after chasing these fish hard for most of March and April with little success, the first forray into June had proven quite the rush.
Drove down to Hansen's on my way out and talked to a guy who had hit a native on the day the river reopened. I guess they were just late. To finish the morning off, I drove up and walked into IRS which was fishing great at this water level but the only action I saw was provided by an over abundance of bubba's in jet boats.
Tight lines -- Sinktip
As I worked my way down a favorite run, suddenly the line stopped and I lifted into the familiar throb of a nice sized steelhead. The fish made a strong downstream run into my backing before I could check it and start to gain some line back. This was followed by a second run that was shorter but no less determined. Once again I got it stopped and was gaining line when the fish started a third run and the line went slack. I reeled in to find the 12# flurocarbon tippet had come apart at the hook eye. My brief disapointment was quickly replaced by the joy of realizing that after chasing these fish hard for most of March and April with little success, the first forray into June had proven quite the rush.
Drove down to Hansen's on my way out and talked to a guy who had hit a native on the day the river reopened. I guess they were just late. To finish the morning off, I drove up and walked into IRS which was fishing great at this water level but the only action I saw was provided by an over abundance of bubba's in jet boats.
Tight lines -- Sinktip