I just couldn't resist heading out this morning for another shot that adrenaline rush you get when your rod is bent by a little 4lb chrome torpedo. Turned out, I had to work a little harder today, as the water color had changed from the nice emerald green we die hard Steelheaders dream of. To, a clear to light tinted green, what some dread. I had to resort back to using summer tactics after trying hard for an hour in numerous holes, that had produced fish for me earlier in the week. After tying on a dark purple beaded jig, this nice 28" buck just grabbed on for the ride of it's life and what turned out to me mine as well. I was fishing in a huge waterfall hole and there wasn't much room to maneuver, let alone land a fish. I had just made a few casts with my Lamiglass, 8'6" spin rod with a size 3 metallic blue body spinner. The crystal clear flashes from the blade was enough to attract 2 Steelies holding under a huge boulder, but they both turned as they approached my offering. So, grabbed my good ole standby 8'6" Ugly Stick with the bobber set up and jig already to go. Made a minor adjustment to my depth..oh let's say a guestimate of 4 feet from the stop to the jig. Opened my bail, swung back my rod and let all of my soul into the crisp coastal air...the bobber lands into the falls, tumbles a few times, then finally it catches the current and drifts effortessly, what seemed like an eternity. With the blink of an eye, the bobber drops and all I see is a flash of white. The battle was on, he darted upriver immediately, only to find himself fighting me and the crash of the falls. The sound of my reel zinging and the crackling rain on the rocks, was more than enough to get my heart racing and my hands trembling. I would pull, reel down...he would shake, tug, and run. I would turn his head and lead him into the soft water..his eyes starred down and he knew it wasn't his time yet. With one twitch of his body..we were back to the struggle between man and beast. I could finally feel his defeat as I twisted the rod back towards my feet. His ego was dampened, as mine was inflated by the shure nature of beating one of nature's majestic and devine beast. He laid there on the rocks and let me craddle his body into my hands....our journey's complete.