Today the Snoqualmie finally dropped into shape.
I fished it twice last week but it was still too high for my dryline. This morning, I had a lot of karma going for me – I had toured the Seattle Aquarium and eaten sushi with a good friend last evening. I fished the two lower David Powell holes, The river was still a bit too high to wade into the prime casting spot that covers the lower run so I concentrated on the middle run. But the only grabs I had were the ones I replayed in my mind from last year.
After presenting a revised commercial to my client in Bellevue at 1pm, my car suddenly veered off I-405 and headed east on I-90 to Preston. The sun was shining gloriously and surely, the water had warmed, I reasoned. This time I fished below Fall City and again, as in the morning, I had the river to myself. I fished a Freight Train on a 2.0 heavy, the only concession I'll make to the fact that it's still June. The sun was warm, the water was cold and the La Gloria Cubana tasted good. I just know my fly passed over fish, who, obviously, were not yet curious enough to move up. Tips? They're home, coiled up in zip-lock bags and tucked away in a plastic container until November.
All this begs the question: Who among us will be the first to hook a steelhead with a swung fly on a dryline?
Leland.
I fished it twice last week but it was still too high for my dryline. This morning, I had a lot of karma going for me – I had toured the Seattle Aquarium and eaten sushi with a good friend last evening. I fished the two lower David Powell holes, The river was still a bit too high to wade into the prime casting spot that covers the lower run so I concentrated on the middle run. But the only grabs I had were the ones I replayed in my mind from last year.
After presenting a revised commercial to my client in Bellevue at 1pm, my car suddenly veered off I-405 and headed east on I-90 to Preston. The sun was shining gloriously and surely, the water had warmed, I reasoned. This time I fished below Fall City and again, as in the morning, I had the river to myself. I fished a Freight Train on a 2.0 heavy, the only concession I'll make to the fact that it's still June. The sun was warm, the water was cold and the La Gloria Cubana tasted good. I just know my fly passed over fish, who, obviously, were not yet curious enough to move up. Tips? They're home, coiled up in zip-lock bags and tucked away in a plastic container until November.
All this begs the question: Who among us will be the first to hook a steelhead with a swung fly on a dryline?
Leland.