Married men often get nervous about gaining acceptance from their wife’s father. I’ve always had an ace up my sleeve…fishing. My father-in-law grew up fishing all over the UK. Every time he calls we talk about fishing, when we are together he tells me about Scottish salmon and sea-trout, even his speech at my wedding was about fishing. However, up until last week we had never fished together. He hasn’t fly fished for quite a while due to various reasons. My wife and I settled on visiting her parents in MI for Christmas and the perfect gift came to mind. Winter Steelhead. I did some research and found a great guide running fly fishing trips for winter steelhead a few hours away. The Muskegon River is consistently rated as one of the top steelhead rivers in the country. There is a massive run of Lake Michigan steelhead from Oct. – May. The fish average around 8lbs and steelhead in the 20lb class are caught with regularity. Timing is everything when it comes to steelhead and I’d been nervously monitoring fishing reports, water conditions, and weather until we hit the road. We didn’t know what to expect and when we saw the river, we were amazed. The large, deep ribbon of water looked like the ultimate steelhead highway. After talking with the guide, it became apparent we were going to have to work for our fish. It was 24 degrees, water temps were dropping, the river was high, and the holiday angling pressure was heavy. We started high up river and were quickly drifting flies through slow, deep, slack water. Our guide Tim rigged us up with egg patterns and large sculpin streamers on the point. By lunch we hadn’t touched a fish and I started to think the steelhead gods were against us. We were fishing a long, slow pool when suddenly a fish broke the surface upstream of us. Tim quickly got us above the fish and on my father-in-laws second drift a steelhead slammed his sculpin pattern just as his flies ended their swing. He fought this strong fish like an old pro and we quickly had pictures of a nicely colored winter steelhead. At that point I didn’t care about getting a fish. It was 4pm and the sun was low, one more pool and we were done. My flies were drifting through the pool and I was focused. I heard a boat coming from upstream and my mind wandered for a second. Just then my rod bucked with the weight of a solid fish. It made a hard run for the lake, but I wasn’t going to loose this fish. Luckily the gods smiled on me and after a few minutes we netted the steel. Our day was done. Despite tough conditions, we had a great time and each landed a nice Muskegon River steelhead, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. We talked about the river and its beautiful fish the entire way home. With any luck steelheading will be part of every trip to Michigan.