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New Fly Fishing Song:" Fine": Joey and I both play guitar and write songs. So we wrote another fly fishing song on this weekends Steelhead trip. This music/video has the lyrics, some pictures and obviously the music. If you're a flyfisherman you will be able to identify the subtleties within the lyrics.

4:30am my eyes open. “Joey, get up! Let’s get ready!” Joey responds, “Dude its 4:30.” I say, “Yeah, but its almost 5.” So we stumble out into the snow, get coffee and we are on the river as the sun rises. The slush is coming down the river and we had to time our casts just right so that our fly would not land on the little icebergs. Just as I am getting frustrated, Joey says, “There he is.” Yup, Joey hooked our first fish. A little steelhead. I move back into the run. Cast way upstream and my fly lands just on the outside of the slush seem. My indicator is drifting perfectly and moving at the exact same speed as the slush. ZING! My line screams back up stream and a huge Steelhead jumps out of the water. He rips line off my real and he is way downstream in no time. Joey and I work together and land the beautiful fish. He took a chartreuse egg pattern. I was in heaven. We leave the little tributary and fish the Salmon River. No slush and they just dropped the water the night before. The entire river is ours. We pick a beautiful run and start drifting our flies. I hear Joey yelping up river from me. His rod is bent over and nice bright Steelhead is jumping across the pool. The sun starts to set and Joey and I call it quits for the day. Morning finds us back on the Salmon River. First cast, #$@#$ I get snagged up and lose my whole rig. While I am re-rigging I hear, “There he is!” I drop my rod and get my camera. Joey has a beautiful Steelhead on. The fish took a chartreuse egg pattern. The fish just sat at the bottom of the pool and Joey could not budge him. After several minutes, the fish decided to run. Joey chased him

downstream and SNAP! He was gone. Then the snow started coming down hard. I caught a few small fish and then Joey hooks another monster Steelhead. It was like a replay of his last fish. The fish made a run downstream and SNAP! That’s how it went for a few days. “Fish On! Fish Off!” Then came the morning of the last day. I decided to rig up just perfectly. I wanted to not skimp on anything. So I put on a double indicator, the perfect amount of weight and the perfect amount of leader. I tested and double tested all my knots. Then, I started to drift my flies. I could feel that I was in the zone. Everything was just moving perfect. I knew my flies were close to the bottom but I was not getting hung up. Perfect! Then I felt that feeling that we all love. Tug, Tug. I set the hook and a beautiful Steelhead flashed his colors at me. I was able to land the fish with Joey’s help and life was good. We had about 15 minutes left of fishing. I looked down river a little ways and I just knew there was fish in that little section of water. I casted my flies upstream and my double indicator rig twitched and turned perfectly with the flow. ZING! A huge Steelhead took my fly and immediately screamed to the opposite side of the river. Then POP! He spit the hook. Joey and I both looked at each other and said, “That was a big dog!” Now we are just crossing over into the State of Maine and another great Steelhead trip is over. But the little subtle sayings are already being spoken. “So, what are ya doing towards the end of the month?” These little sayings are the little seeds that we plant and eventually blossom into great big Steelhead stories.