There’s nothing like winter steelheading.
The search for the elusive slivers of chrome in dark green water is wrought with frustration, undeniable joy, and constant anticipation. Much like panning for gold, it’s an exercise in determination and persistence, and offers comparable bounty to those who show commitment to the cold. As our breath collected in clouds and frozen rain fell on a late December morning, we pointed the car east towards Fall City, Washington. We drove on with hopes of landing some silver on the Snoqualmie River.
Alas, the fish had different plans that day.
