and the creek was perfect and full of fish….and fisherman. Got a 15# brown, 2 12’s, and a 20#+ king, but the king cost me my fishing spot. As I ran him down the creek I returned to no place to fish. Did catch other smaller browns, but the crowd was unmerciful. I forgot all about “combat Fishing” at 18 mile creek. I got a stern reminder.
My next trip was to 16 mile in Erie. I never caught more steelhead in my life. I honestly caught them every cast for a while. It did get monotonous…until, guess what? A guy came across the creek to steal my spot while landing one down the creek. This time I stood my ground and from that point on, every fish I hooked…and that was quite a few, I fought from that spot as not to lose it.
I think the problem is, there are so many fish that people no longer respect these magnificent fish, nor the fellow fisherman. I have never seen such poor sportsmanship as I have seen this year. Sad, but oh so true.
Will post some pics later.