Home for the holidays found Ky and I at her parents' house on Lake Erie. After waiting out sub zero temps, freezing rain and snow, and blown out rivers painfully slow to clear, we managed to duck out and find some solitude on one of the lakes beautiful tributary streams for a few hours chasing steelhead.
Ky got right down to buisness and put the wood to a couple spectatular fish, the first releasing itself at arms length after a long battle. The second - this beautiful bright hen - was brought to hand after another lengthy fight.
I farmed a big buck myself, spectacularly striped and definitely larger than the fish I ended up bringing to hand - a big healthy buck.
I was hoping to find some of the larger tributaries in shape so I could swing flies with the long rod, but conditions never cooperated. So we ended up embracing the local methods, employing a dead drift nymph to catch these migratory fish in one of the lake's more intimate tributaries.
These lake-run rainbow trout were introduced to the great lakes decades ago, and their numbers are heavily dependent on stocking by the Ohio and Pennsylvania fish and wildlife programs. Descendants of ocean going Steelhead originally imported from the west coast, these fish have become naturalized to the great lakes ecosystems and provide a great sport fishery with huge numbers of 10-20 lb fish caught each year in the fall-spring.
Thanks to Ky for these beautiful pics! Sorry mine were a bit out of focus.
Friday, January 9, 2009
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Hey. I was excited to find a new addition to your page. Its always good to read about your adventures and see the photos.
See you down the road.
-Ryan
Wow, it looks like if you jump real hard you would splash all the water right out of that stream. That may be a steelhead in name, but that's no river you caught it in. You wrote about not being able to use your big rod . . . dream on! There ain't no real steelhead fishing in 50cfs. I have never read writing that screams "wannabe" like your's!
riverrat - you're right, the stupid fish wouldn't have known a river from a pile of dogshit. You want to know who the real wannabe is? That fish! Swimming up that stupid little crick like he's the cock of the walk. Doesn't he know "there ain't no real steelhead fishing in 50cfs?" I should have bonked him and removed his wannabe steelhead genes from the gene pool.
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