Hit the river again recently with my buddy Matt. This was his second trip ever for steelhead within a week. His casting definitely improved as did his general understanding of the complexities of swinging flies for steelhead. He did manage to hook one but his tippet broke so it goes. All I can say to him is welcome to the madness of swinging flies for steelhead. It isn't an easy thing to do with any real consistency. It has taken me 5 seasons of swinging to finally feel that I have sort of a clue as to what I am doing.
While Matt didn't land any my outing was one of my better ones. Strange how I had a better day mid February than I did one day early November. Such is the fickle nature of chasing these fish with a two handed rod.
Connected with one bright hen and two chrome browns that fought like steelhead, not the usual dead weight browns that often inhabit these waters. One of the browns jumped and given how it fought I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that it was steelhead.