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I know all of us have had dry spells. My steelhead mentor Frank Cammack hauled me down to the N.U. in 1974 and it changed my life. I hooked two fish on that river, that day, primarily because Frank knew where they were and we hiked a good mile or two to get where others were not. (you'll likely guess the runs J.)On that same trip I met Frank and Jeanne Moore, who are actually the two nicest people on this planet.
I decided that I wanted then to learn the river myself, cause I wanted Frank to head out and do his own fishing. The next two seasons, I would leave work at about 4:30 make the 2 hour drive and just fish and camp out and come home on Sunday afternoon. I put in so much time without even a hook up (2 years). Then finally of course it did happen. But I learned two things during this time; one, that I did spend too much time away from my young family (one daughter talks about "Dad's Solo Trips" and I more or less regret that. and Two, that being on and in a river that has a wild steelhead run is an incredible experience. These fish are so wild, I'd spend time reading about their life cycle, heading as far as the Bering Sea and coming back to a spot just toward the end of my cast......
It's not about the numbers and those dry spells make hooking a fish special, at least that's what you have to tell yourself!
And I am not even talking about winter fishing!!
You'll have to post up when you get one hooked!!
Good luck
Loren
