A cold December day that caught me by surprise. No surprise to myself that I was going to catch steelhead. The first run that I fished was no good, and I left pretty quickly on account of the cold air. A little hike was necessary to get to the next spot. This run felt better as the noon sun was lighting the water. I worked down the hole and near the tail out was rewarded with a stop. The steelhead put up a good fight and I was happy to see that she had taken the very small fly I had tied on. Cold, clear water sometimes means small flies! I soon found that the chill of the day had numbed my finger tips as I struggled to remove the fly!
After a quick break for a peanut butter lunch, I went back to casting. Wasn’t too long before another fish was on, and this time leaping his way down river. I landed the buck steelhead and found that this one had taken a larger Carpetbagger fly with the hot orange bead head. Fishing a couple other holes, I found the cold daylight waning, and I beat a hike back to the car. Multiple fish on!