Doug Fly Fishing Fast Water |
I
was fishing a short run called the Ledge Hole, so named because you
had to wade over large boulders up to your waist to reach a wide
ledge. You needed to anchor your body against the current as you made
your casts. It could be tenuous depending on the height of the river,
but nonetheless I waded out and started casting my old standby, the
Max Canyon. After only a few casts I was into a good-sized steelhead of at least 15 pounds. It took off downriver, and as I
began to retreat to the bank, I suddenly slipped and started drifting
downriver with my fish. Luckily, my wading belt was tightly secured, and it created an air pocket inside my waders which helped me keep
afloat.
As
I struggled to restrain the fish, a stark realization emerged. I was nearing a series of rapids and had to make a split
second decision, break the fish off or ride the rapids out to land
it. For a moment I had some reservations, but I quickly realized that
taking a chance might cost me my life. I tightened the drag
and broke the fish off knowing that it was better to be safe than sorry.