On
the Deschutes river one year, I was guiding two clients for summer
Steelhead. My son Chris was along to help with the camp duties, and
when his work was done he would do some fly fishing on his own.
The
first day was unproductive for my clients, but Chris was catching and
releasing quite a few trout. When the next day passed without any
Steelhead, my clients were starting to grumble a little. I quickly
went into my normal guide routine of offering reasons why they
weren’t catching fish by saying things like, the water was on the
rise, the fish had moved upstream, the water was getting too warm,
and so on. In those situations you still have to be upbeat and
positive and give them a ray hope. Finally, at the end of the
following day they each had a strike but no solid hookups.
The
next morning we decided to fish our way downstream, and I put them in
a classic run that was usually productive. In the meantime, Chris
went above them and began to fish for trout in some pocket water.
Suddenly, he hooked what he thought was a big trout. He played it for
six or seven minutes, but it turned out to be an eight pound
Steelhead with a dark caddis nymph it its mouth. After the release,
one of my clients laughed and said jokingly, “Chris, from here on
out you’re gonna be our guide!”
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