A couple of weeks ago, I was snowed in with the kids. No school for me means no school for them. With all that free time, I decided to grow a beard. I told my wife that maybe I wouldn't shave until I caught a steelhead on my new two-handed rod, but then I realized that I might end up looking like Santa Claus before it was all over.
But then I caught a steelhead--on the Skagit River of all places. Indeed, until I got a good look at my fish, I thought it was a dolly varden.
Now I'll never shave my lucky steelhead beard.
I caught my hatchery steelhead while I was swinging a purple egg sucking moal leech on my 13' 8 weight. The fish was 25" long and it fed about 6 people.
Now I want to catch a native steelhead on my new rod. Can't shave until then!
Let's have just one more look:
