Sunday, March 1, 2015

Disenchanted on the South Fork

Dear steelhead:
I can tell that you don't like me.
Sometimes things feel good between us, like in the first hour we're near when the excitement is fresh, and when I'm catching the whitefish around you, and for about 15 minutes after we hook up (I know it hasn't been often). I don't know why it can't always be that good.
You can't deny that we had a strong connection on my first-ever visit, but you seem like you're avoiding me now.
Just between you and me - I did some really demeaning things for you, like nymph a plastic bead. I want you to know that I am not really that kind of angler, but I'll do whatever it takes for us to be together.
If we cannot be together, please promise me that you won't hook up with my friends. That'd be pretty hard on me.
I'm doing my best to move on. I've even started seeing some other fish in your area.
And while this has been painful, I am learning some valuable lessons. Just like every love, each rendezvous between us is a glorious miracle. I cherish you, and hope we can eventually work things out.

With love,
Shua

Please confirm that this is a steelhead...

2 comments:

Clint said...

All I can say is that we must have fished the same waters with same "steelhead"
Not as strong a fighter as the literature makes you believe.

Clint said...

All I can say is that we must have fished the same waters with same "steelhead"
Not as strong a fighter as the literature makes you believe.