‘Twas the month before Coho…..
August 12th, 2008
By Chris Heller
As a freshwater guy, I get pretty worked up by the time August rolls around each year. How come this year is different? It seems like the days of reveling in a days’ catch, whether it be through a photo of a released fish or a finely diced fillet of a keeper, are long, long gone.
I don’t have any kids yet, but when I do and when they’re old enough to fish; they’ll be lucky to be Carp fishing with dough bb’s on size 22 treble hooks. Now think about that for a second….
I once heard through the law of averages that in order to catch a Steelhead….a guy would have to fish 77 hours for a fish. I used to laugh at that statistic. Why was I laughing? I was always catching fish. Winning teams don’t ever think they’ll loose but now I find myself wearing that #77 like a fargin’ Jersey.
Actually, since March…..I’d be lucky to get a fish for every ten trips…which is about how many trips seventy seven hours works out to. I dunno, maybe I should get a sled and mindlessly side-drift up and down all the real fishermen holes, runs, glides and drifts.
I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hit with the August Steelhead and Coho river fishing nostalgia. I’ve high hopes I’ll be reminded how awesome it is to be an Allaroundangler fishing our Pacific NW rivers and streams. Delirious hopes, but high ones.