and Elk, 16, and 20 were just packed with people, and the mile creeks were packed with fish.
Started at 16 with my pin and hooked a beaut that promptly broke my line…above the float. I had to wade in, grab the float, and hand line him to the bank. As I beached the fish, I tripped headfirst into the creek. I actually spit out water when I surfaced!
I proceeded into NY, when arriving at the stream I saw a guy hooked up. I quick change back into wet boots provided steady action until dusk.
The following morning I took out my NY fishing buddy Steve. Never fly fished and guess what…Hooked up and landed one on his first cast. We did OK and hung it up early to work on our cabins.
The following day, I returned to the stream and I had, maybe, the best 2 hrs of steelhead fishing (and Browns) ever! The fish were stacked, fresh, and hungry. It was a day that truly brings you back. Even if you still have the taste of 16 mi run in your mouth.
By the way, a guy was thrown into the creek on 16, but that is another story.