After a fishing-free January, I at least got out twice in February. The big thaw that hit two weeks ago caused the Lake Erie tribs to hit flood level. But on Saturday afternoon, Feb. 22, one of the tributaries of the Grand was fishable. Ice flows crowded its banks, and the water flo the hole to myself and was pleasantly surprised to hook into a long, strong fish during the hour I was on the water. The fish made several runs, knocking the winter’s long rust off of my fighting skills. As the fish started downstream I knew something wasn’t right. As the fish came to surface the hook was in its side. I was fishing with a dropper, so it’s possible it didn’t start off there. Nonetheless, the first steelhead of the new year was foul hooked. I didn’t want to put any more stress on the fish, so I pulled hard to break the line. That brought a quick end to the fight and not other fish showed themselves in an hour of fishing.
Here’s a more productive March.wed greenish-brown or was it brownish-green. Three other anglers had the same idea as I did. It wasn’t much of an idea, but it was better than suffering another day of cabin fever. No fish were found, but it was indeed good to be out.
Today I tried the waterfall hole on my home water. The foot of snow that fell on Friday was beginning to melt and the water was was moving at about 300 CFS. It was definitely more green than brown, but plenty murky. The melting snow kept the water close to 32 degrees. I had the hole to myself and was pleasantly surprised to hook into a long, strong fish during the hour I was on the water. The fish made several runs, knocking the winter’s long rust off of my fighting skills. As the fish started downstream I knew something wasn’t right. As the fish came to surface the hook was in its side. I was fishing with a dropper, so it’s possible it didn’t start off there. Nonetheless, the first steelhead of the new year was foul hooked. I didn’t want to put any more stress on the fish, so I pulled hard to break the line. That brought a quick end to the fight and not other fish showed themselves in an hour of fishing.
Here’s a more productive March.wed greenish-brown or was it brownish-green. Three other anglers had the same idea as I did. It wasn’t much of an idea, but it was better than suffering another day of cabin fever. No fish were found, but it was indeed good to be out.
Today I tried the waterfall hole on my home water. The foot of snow that fell on Friday was beginning to melt and the water was was moving at about 300 CFS. It was definitely more green than brown, but plenty murky. The melting snow kept the water close to 32 degrees. I had the hole to myself and was pleasantly surprised to hook into a long, strong fish during the hour I was on the water. The fish made several runs, knocking the winter’s long rust off of my fighting skills. As the fish started downstream I knew something wasn’t right. As the fish came to surface the hook was in its side. I was fishing with a dropper, so it’s possible it didn’t start off there. Nonetheless, the first steelhead of the new year was foul hooked. I didn’t want to put any more stress on the fish, so I pulled hard to break the line. That brought a quick end to the fight and not other fish showed themselves in an hour of fishing.
Here’s a more productive March.
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