Steelhead Spey Video

The steelhead had hatched in the pool, just about the time I bought my first spey rod. He headed for the lake and I was out in the yard practicing. Hours at the vise were spent theorizing, experimenting, and thinking. He wandered the shipping lanes in search of prey. I read books, copied flies and made loops on sinking tips of various sizes. Will it be enough? Was it too much? Where is he now? This summer, in some high water event, under the cover of darkness, he entered the estuary and made his way up river. I headed down the thruway at 4 am. He sits, waiting for the fall rains, the winter freeze and the spring spawn. The King and The Silver join him in his pool. He traveled hundreds of miles, I have too.

The cast landed softly, just as I had been practicing. The fly headed down, into the zone, flickered, twitched and teased. The line curved into the swing, and headed across the pool. Another cast, and a step downstream. The fly teased him. Another cast, a step closer. The sky darkened and the drizzle started. The fly was so close this time; he could no longer take it. He turned, bristled and pounced.