Matt recently wrote of my bushy beard’s seemingly mythic power to bring steelhead to the boat this winter. It had a good track record and I went so far as to boast that it wasn’t going anywhere despite it’s potentially ruinous effects on my love life. Fast forward to last week–the devastation wrought on my personal life was too much to bear and out came the trimmer. Turns out it wasn’t the beard at all:
The steelheading Monday remained exactly as it has been all season so far. Steady. Another trip, another fish but I haven’t stumbled into one of those magic days . . . yet. It was a heck of a fight though because this fish hit in some really heavy flow and I had no choice but to stand and fight right there.
Anyway, the buck was on the bucked out side but in keeping with my personal philosophy, his was a fatal lapse of judgment. You know what? He cut pretty well.
If you can shake loose this week, do it, the dropping river levels after a sustained period of high water–well, you know what that means.–KM