The local opened up on December 1st, but because it’s been so dry there’s been no reason to fish it. We got our first decent storm last weekend, and so I figured it was worth taking a drive.
Got up at 5:30, threw fatman’s long rod in the truck, and was on the water in time to see the sunrise.
The creek looked good: tannin-stained, but relatively clear. Unfortunately the King Tides had created a sand berm at the mouth. Figured since I was already here I’d practice my casting.
Ran into a familiar face.
He wasn’t pleased.
Good to know there are some constants in this world.
Fished for a few hours.
Neil got one grab.
I got nothing.
Driftwood safety-meeting shack.
Surf & Sky DSFK.
There are worse ways to spend a morning than putting another set of goose eggs on the steelhead card.