Joey and I just returned from my second steelhead fly fishing trip to the Salmon River in upsate New York. Joey checked the waterflows prior to leaving Maine and it seemed as though finally the flows would remain low for the weekend. We arrived to meet whip at one of our favorite steelhead runs. We rushed down to the run with hearts racing and eager to get our fly lines in the water. I hooked and landed one steelhead within 30 minutes of arriving at the pool. Surely we were in for an excellent weekend of tight lines, lot’s of hook ups and epic battles. Little did we know there was a storm brewing off in the distance and things were about to change as they so often do on the Great Lakes. The weekend was filled with drastically fluctuating water levels, high winds, thunder and lightning and snow that felt like needles penetrating the skin. Even considering all of these negative factors that were conspiring against us we set out determined to find and catch steelhead. I won’t forget the miles of river bank we walked and the fish we so deservingly earned on this trip. Sometimes you don’t have to work so hard to find fish and other times you have to forge the river in order to get one hook up. It goes without saying that we still apreciated every second we spent on the river this past weekend. Despite the long hours enduring the weather and hanging on to what little confidence we had left on the final day I was fortunate enough to hook and land a bright chromer. The day before I watched Joey literally run 200 yards downriver to land a hot and spirited fish, it was a battle I’ll never forget. Overall we finished victorious when the odds couldn’t have been worse. What an experience. Thanks