Finally. . .A Day of Fishing

Today, I decided to put aside my busy schedule and dedicate it to a day of Steelheading. If you have been reading up to this point, you are aware that as of October 26th, I haven't yet been blessed with the good fortune of landing a Steelhead of this fall. Although they arrived in my local rivers earlier this season than in years past (at least those in recent memory - which isn't long) and most everyone that I know has already battled a multitude of them, I have remained in the company of skunks. Had I been forever cursed with Fisherman's Law? Had the Steelhead finally surpassed my mediocre level of wit and charm? - Likely.

Today, I set out to find some answers to these burning questions. After much contemplation and consultation with a good soul that must have felt pity on me, I decided to tackle once again the unmerciful Nottawasaga River, but this time I was to explore parts my eyes had never before seen. My consultant had me driving my new car through farmer's fields, private property, dirt roads and steep, narrow inclines, but all I could think about were the steelhead waiting for me. The Nottawasaga was as unforgiving as ever, as she attempted to foil my mission with her steep muddy gradients, timber strewn banks, and dense foliage. But today, I was unstoppable, and today, what lay before me, was my first Steelhead of the season.