Have no fear, I have not been checked into a fishing rehab clinic against my will. I just got lazy on the reporting side of things... In an effort to catch up with recent events, these next few posts will represent my best attempts at limiting the rambling.
Three weeks ago, in a valley far, far away... I still can't catch a steelhead. But the sun was shinning and hope springs eternal so I tied on my wading shoes and scouted out some new holes on the Quinault. Caught my first whitefish (not a milestone for real fishermen, but I take what I can get).
Fishing Nerd Knowledge: This last picture is becoming a more familiar sight in Washington rivers. Wood piles are driven into the river bed and then seeded with log snags. The goal is to let the winter floods carve out deep holes around these obstructions, leaving pools for fish to shelter in during the dry months. Seemed to be working, I had my best luck with trout on these new features.
