Wild steelhead are our icons of purity. To our little subculture of flyfishing kooks, they represent more that just another salmonid to conquer. They are the last frontier of freshwater flyfishing. Holding a bucking spey rod bent to the corks while a silver fish leaps across the run is the best way we know to stay connected to wildness. The fly line is our conduit and the rod our amplifier. It begins with the pull we feel at our fingertips when the fish takes the fly on the swing. The pull. I blame it all on the pull.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Jeff Mishler
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