Back at camp that evening we sat reminiscing about the new water covered, the fish, and the amazing stars surrounding our campsite. It had been quite a day. On the third day of the trip we decided to fish until noon. The scenery was breathtaking and the river had a lot of great water to pic apart. With a broken rod (One I'd bought about 12 years ago) I was able to spend the morning watching. The mountains, turning leaves, and cold water brought a sense of peace to the whole trip for me.
After three days and about 27 hours of fishing, we had two strikes and two fish to show for our work. Some might call that an unsuccessful trip or a waste of time even. I think I speak for both Aaron and I when I say, there aren't many things I'd rather do than spend a weekend standing in a river waving a stick. The solitude, mystery, and optimism that steelhead fishing can bring is an experience I look forward to pursuing more deeply in the coming years. It's less about the fish and more about the lifestyle of pursuing one of the most majestic fish I can think of. If you haven't tried it yet, you're missing out.