"3 Fishermen, a 1000 casts, 3 sidebars and a river running through it..."
Looking down into the trench of a tailout on a beautiful run, a wary angler leans against a tree on his perch high up above the river peering intently into the water for any unsuspecting Steelhead that might be drifting silently in the current below...Then, sharp as day through a window in the current, the river bottom comes into clear view. He leans a little closer, eyes desperately searching the slot for a fish.
Movement...The telltale ghostly sillhouette of the large square tail of a nice sized steelie shows itself near a ledge towards the tail end of a run. Pointing at the fish, he urgently motions to his partner that a fish is definitely holding just downstream...
The remainder of this story has been removed at the original posters request.
Looking down into the trench of a tailout on a beautiful run, a wary angler leans against a tree on his perch high up above the river peering intently into the water for any unsuspecting Steelhead that might be drifting silently in the current below...Then, sharp as day through a window in the current, the river bottom comes into clear view. He leans a little closer, eyes desperately searching the slot for a fish.
Movement...The telltale ghostly sillhouette of the large square tail of a nice sized steelie shows itself near a ledge towards the tail end of a run. Pointing at the fish, he urgently motions to his partner that a fish is definitely holding just downstream...
The remainder of this story has been removed at the original posters request.