Sometimes you just can not let go. I had to catch that third summer steelhead. This day on the Rogue River of Oregon I wished I had called it quits early. Ignoring the brooding, building clouds, I got to experience first hand one intense and scary thunder with lightening storm.
Two for three today all on a size #14 Pheasant Tail Nymph (my tie). I’ll take that back. That big third steelhead which threw the hook after streaking across the river and then making a big leap, my have taken a size #8 Yellow Fork Tail Prince Nymph. Why? Because that is what I had on.
Boy did I get into them yesterday for the first time this summer. On my solo visit to the Rogue River I went 0 for 3 on the silver, chrome rockets. Took out a few trips earlier this month in the Drifter but could connect with nothing but trout. Yesterday’s visit was nothing but steelhead bites. I hiked one of my better trails to the river. The mosquitos are still bad, but the hot fishing in hot weather made it all good! The hot fly was my Yellow Fork Tailed Prince Nymph. The steelhead love it!