The second day started like most when steelhead fishing, nice and early. About an hour or so into the run, both Jean and Dave's casting and confidence were feeling right. They kept their casting distance to a range that was easily manageable and fished the fly into the bank. A moment later, Jean did the unthinkable. She managed to find that needle in a haystack and yelled out, "I think, I'm on one". Hearing this exclamation doesn't always mean much, as many anglers overreact when they hook bottom or when a small cutthroat plucked at their fly. This morning proved otherwise. Jean's Spey rod was fully bent and a bright fish came flying out of the water. After a few short runs and a few more aerial acrobatics, Jean was holding her first-ever wild winter steelhead. Being able to witness a special moment in someone's life is almost as unique and rewarding as living that movement. We fished out the remainder of the day with no other action, but everyone was still buzzing from that morning's fish. The smile on Jean's face remained there for the rest of the trip, as did the smiles on ours.
The rainfall began to clear up and late February quickly turned into the opposite of January. The few forecasted storms weakened out and the rivers continued to drop below their average flows for that time of year. The lower flows meant anglers started to concentrate on a few sections of the river and the fish had fewer places to hide. Many other rivers failed to meet the minimum forecasted numbers of fish returning and begun to shutdown to anglers, forcing more pressure on the few remaining rivers that stayed open. The once grabby fish had become less willing to take a swung fly and what was once a grab a day, started to feel like a grab every five days.
By early March, the season was into its peak and forecasts called for some more rain. The bump in water level was much need for both the fish and for the anglers. By this time, the world was grappling with COVID-19 and many things started to change quickly. The once very familiar world becomes one filled with uncertainty. Many individuals were looking for something to provide a sense of normalcy and anglers' time on the river was just that. That sense of normalcy would also change as WDFW made the call to shut down all fishing as a precautionary measure to help contain COVID-19. Just like that, winter steelhead season ended just how it had started, with anglers watching flow levels and tying flies from the comforts of their own home. An already short winter fishing season was made even shorter beyond controllable forces, but just like New Year's Eve, the Fourth of July brings another type of celebration for steelhead anglers as they mark their calendars for the unofficial start of summer steelhead season.
Left: Navigating through some old growth.
Right: Steelhead requires early morning starts and a lot of faith in your fly selection. Photo by Clay Nowak