Jack, Rob
and I put another trip on the books. We have now made it a tradition to go steelheading
every fall. The first year we spent that
trip on the Salmon River where Jack checked off a box on his bucket list by
landing a steelhead in the DSR (Douglaston Salmon Run). So, the next couple
years we moved to Erie PA and have had a blast each time. Each trip with the
three of us seems to always be filled with stories, some that are only funny to
us, and others that are just ridiculous to any that listen. Like last year when
we got kicked out of the bar because there was a tornado headed right for us,
we paid the bill and headed out into a monsoon with only inches of visibility
and headed east away from the tornado. Yeah that was a first for me. This year
was a bit less exciting on the weather front and more so on the fishing front.
It’s not
very often as fisherman that we experience the “perfect day” of fishing, so
when we do we can sometimes take it for granted while is happening. While we didn’t
take it for granted, we did have three amazing days of steelhead fishing. Yes,
the fishing was incredible, but it was moments like having 2 steelhead eat my
dry fly, or doubling up and landing a fish with Jack, or landing Rob’s first
fish of the trip only minutes after hitting the water. Oh, and the hot coffee
just about the time your fingers felt like they were going to fall off, those
are the memories that make a fishing trip perfect.
It was an
amazing trip and I’m glad I mustered up the motivation to tell you about it.
