Hmmm...it's tough to beat October, when you could have a steelhead, silver, or king on any given cast...

However, I'm 90% steelhead fisherman, and 10% everything else, and nothing means steelhead to me like winter steelhead does.

I mean up early, bad weather, cold as all get out, ice in the guides, bundled like an eskimo, fog on the river, and so quiet...until...BAM! All the cold is forgotten, and the quiet is shattered by the pounding pulse of big winter steel out there in the fog. Keep in mind that this is a big, brawly winter river full of water, not the trickle remnant of itself that it was a few months back. Big fish and big water.

Yep, I like it all...but I'll take a February native once before all the rest ten times!

Fish on...

Todd.