As I've gotten older it has become harder to get up at O' dark thirty to fish. I still do it but it's not as easy roll these old bones out of the sack at the wee hours.
So I headed down to one of my favorite steelhead haunts on the north coast and found that there are a few steelhead willing at 3:30 in the afternoon.
After fishing one hole without success I journeyed to the upper regions of the river and was rewarded with a nice wild buck on a First Cast Jig, sorry no pictures because getting him back on his way was more important than a Kodak moment.
This fish looked as though he had a close encounter with a sea lion or something. The old advice of holding your rod down into the water to turn a running steelhead the is racing towards the ocean really works [img]graemlins/applause.gif[/img]