Spent three days fly fishing the Trinity looking for steelhead.
Conditions were less than ideal with hot sunny afternoons, a full moon
at night, and being late in the season. We only managed a few dink
sized not-quite-steelhead rainbow trout during a March Brown hatch. To
add insult to injury mine were all hatchery fish. All the slabs eluded
us despite throwing every fly in our boxes. I missed over a dozen takes
and lost three that came unglued. What a bummer. Froze our asses at
night, sweated balls during the day. I slipped in the river filling my
waders with water in the morning when it was 30 degrees. Yeah it was
good times. Also came home with a busted shoulder. Trip was a bust. As a tease on the last day at the last hole a half pounder danced in the air laughing at us as we stared. With along drive ahead of us we decided it won't be worth fishing only a couple of hours on Sunday. So we packed up and made a suicide midnight run home driving through the night only to arrive home at 6am.