Winter has passed, short, damp, warm...damn. A hunger still growls for the low light and upstream coastal breezes with a hint of salt that bear a chill, unremedied until looking into the distant eye of a scarce quarry, when nothing else matters.
A hunger still growls for the low light and coastal breezes of faint salty breath that bears a chill, unremedied until looking into the distant eye of a scarce quarry, when nothing else matters.
The winter run...
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There's only one reason to take this wade line.
Joe Punla with the reason. A stunning hen with the fight to match, sometimes lady luck is on your side.
Chuck Hammerstad worked hard for this one.
My winter waterfall into the river shot.
Cobra Lilies
Found more of these this year than ever before. Pretty obvious adipose hack. A shame on a year when the returns were below average. Every one was called in and I did here DFG picked up a few poachers. Just not enough wardens out there.
Dave Geisser approached the river in the right way, and she gave one up in the first run.
Morning glory
After a 20 yr hiatus, Gary Fuller with a ghostly hen.
Right in there.
Say hello to my little friend.
Fred Pendergast, no comment necessary.
Anything better than pizza after winter steelhead? Treat yo'self
Rainbow Brite
A big inland lady
Who dat?
Keep 'Em Wet
My brother from another mother, John Luis with clean buck.
Chuck Volckhausen of Wild Waters Fly Fishing with a beauty
Easy to let go, hard to forget...
Many thanks to those who came fishing with me this winter. It was great to spend time on the water with you all. Looking forward to seeing many of you again this summer.
Into the void for now...
Rich
