A break in the kid’s wrestling practice schedule coincided with a break in the weather so I managed to swing flies through a couple runs. It was a cold Fall morning with a definite hint of the weather to come. The last of the colored leaves are coming off and there was a dusting of snow in the foothills of the Central Cascades.
The flow and viability were great and I was even managing to get a fishable cast every now and then. Too bad there were no fish, or at least no fish willing to hit my fly. One day, I did catch a small fish (about 18″) that I think must have been a jack-Steelhead. It was a beautiful fish, dime brite and fresh from the salt, just small. I didn’t feel for hyoid teeth to confirm that it wasn’t a sea-run cutthroat but it didn’t look like any of the cutts I’ve caught in the salt or freshwater.
It’s still a little early, the first push of winter-run hatchery brats should be coming through soon with the scarce wild natives following later this winter. Hopefully, my numbers will come up in this Winter’s lottery…


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