I JUST FELT naughty. The steelhead I held under the water was so chrome she was practically glowing. It had slammed my fly in the middle of the swing and tail-walked her way into my backing before I got her under control. I should have felt elated—and I did—but as I turned the fish loose and watched her jet off upstream, steelhead.
Cheating on Steelhead
Feb 02, 2024
2 minutes
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