Angler,
Fish floating line or sink-tip, but strive to fish à la greased line. Emulate Arthur H. E. Wood. The fly undulates, swings slow, while the line describes an "S " across the current. Mend for control. Atop the trout's tongue, the fly feels as subtle as a leaf's brush. Hook steelhead at the maw's corner.
Instinct explains a craw-caught feather. Driven, a buck devours a dipper. Too, a cat reacts to drawn twine and a dove's coo elicits its mate's reply. Steelhead respond, when it rains.
Here in Forks, Washington, I guide Olympic Peninsula coastal waters until April's end. And you? Why argue, why quibble with fate? Come fishing! The hand to play is the hand dealt. Giants stand tall in the forest and steelhead shoulder the stream.
Lee, last week's client, a professional rowing coach, and I float the Hoh. As Lee wades into the drift a third time, he spots a fish floundering, belly up. In his oar-conditioned grasp, he grips an adipose-clipped, seven pound doe, its gill-raker busted. What the boat above loses, we keep. Tenacity pays. Barbecued fish taste good.
River ready,
John Farrar, flyfishing guide
P.S. For open guide dates, check my calendar.