The Drake

Helping Searun Cutthroat

PUGET SOUND LIGHTS up orange with the sunrise—slowly at first, just the peaks of the Olympic Mountains—and eventually the evergreen stretches of peninsula and the open water itself, where I strip a chartreuse baitfish fly as saltwater laps at my waders. I’m about to call it quits when a fish finally says hello.

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