You see this picture below? Right in the middle is a Steelhead not 4 feet from where I was standing.
Keeping in mind that I've thrown everything in the fly box today. OK, here's a list. Caddis flies (multiple), egg imitations (multiple colors), all kinds of streamers, nymphs of every color and variation, and here sits a Steelhead not 4 feet from me as I stick a San Juan Worm with a single orange egg dropper in it's nose, but will it take it? Oh hell no. It was so close I could have skewered it with my wading staff and trust me, I thought about it. On up the river it went.
After a short sandwich break and back on the river I look upstream and who has a fish on? Yeh that's right, "Glenn, I've caught Steelhead and you haven't". I show the guy the "secret" Steelhead spot and he catches not one or two, but three Steelhead today and I go home skunked.
It's s darn good thing he and I are good friends because if we weren't I'd have keyed his pretty new truck just because. I'm not a vengeful person, but I can only take so much.
|It's there somewhere|
|Keep working it|
|A little further down stream|
|Standing on the point still working it|
|Back upstream and then back down stream|
|A second look|
So I've decided that I'm going back out to the down country lakes where I have at least a chance of catching something. That should keep me busy until the Shad start up the river toward the end of May. Now them, I know how to catch.