A sensitive time for a steelhead fisherman
To those that are not completely obsessed with steelhead, you probably read this forum and think we are a bunch of crazed morons... amd we are, that is pretty much the easiest way to explain it.
think about it... who in their right mind gets up at 4 in the morning after driving all night to hike 5-10 miles down a canyon without a trail to see the sun rise over their favorite stream only to find that is completely blown, and there is no chance in hell it will clear? nobody does it. atleast I've never seen anyone else do it...
so what do you do next? you drink a steelhead IPA and you head away from the storm until you hit green water, and you get your flies or fly in the water!
I survive off canned tuna, bread, bananas, and beer. who do you know that has broken down every major producer of chicken noodle soup to see which offers the cheapest calories, protein and carbs?? only to come to the conclusion that chicken noodle soup is a rip off... thats just weird. every penny I earn is spent on school, rent, and steelhead. and its split pretty evenly into thirds.
Steelhead fishermen are often insomniacs... by choice. we spend hours and hours tying colorful balls of yarn oonto hooks, attaching rabbit and marabou to a tube or hook and telling stories (sometimes to themself... thats a bad night) about steelhead. I remember a particular february that I fished 27 days... straight. tying a couple dozen flies every night in my dorm sleeping for a couple hours and doing it all again. I skipped the first two weeks of my second semester in college to chase steelhead on the mad, sometimes deciding to just spend the night under a big redwood.
When we get back into town on sunday nights we usually stay up all night trying to figure out a weeks worth of calculus homework in one delerious night...
The act of fishing for steelhead is the world's most addicting drug, and every spring I go through a crisis... because I know its going to be a while before I can get my fix again. This makes a steelhead fishermen do crazy things... it makes us very irrational and short tempered. We are decent people, but we will lie, cheat, and steal if it means we get to go fishing.
I apparently have a bacteria deficiency in my stomach that causes me to get food poisoning on a weekly basis... Just ask any of my professors.
So if you ever think you're dealing with a crazed idiot on here... You are, and I appologize... I've been hit in the head by a few too many raindrops.
also, try living in arcata without smoking pot (fisjing isn't nearly as productive when you're stoned)... its enraging.
"I can hear the salmon fish saying - I'll be back!"
Arnold Schwazenegger, Governor of California, at Klamath Basin Restoration Agreement Signing, February 18, 2010
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