A Beginner’s Ode to Swinging Flies for Steelhead

I feel drops of rainfall on my hood as I shiver knee-deep in the fast-moving current. Water laps up against my waders while my soulless wading boots barely grip the rocks. My hands are drenched from the stripped in line. Even at this moment, looking back, I have never felt this soaked, this exhausted, this … Continue reading A Beginner’s Ode to Swinging Flies for Steelhead