I spent this weekend looking for the first of the winter steelies.Ended up tangling with a bunch of hook nose silvers instead.Was an incredible three days.

Friday we did the mile hike into a favorite piece of water.I nailed 4 crhome bright silvers in a row.I steped out of the spot and told him to step in.Next cast he catches another fifteen+ silver and plays it to his feat.Just as he was ready to tail it remove the hook the lure come flying back at him.Perfect he says.Another cast bam he misses it.Another cast bam he misses one. Another cast bam he mises one.He finally looks down at his spinner and he has no hook![He bumed the first hook from me]After a little kidding I give him another hook.He casts and sticks another pig.Plays it for awhile and boom the lure comes back at him with out a hook!

I really do not know if he believes me when I say I did not do it on purpose.

Then there was the time I was puling down my now famous wool pants and my fishing lisence holder fell out of my pocket into a shiater on the Sol Duc.Think my friends did not have fun watching me fishing in the out house.I used my rod and a treble to snag it out of there!

Then there was the time that A sheriff droped me off at FOGGED IN house at three in the morning,drunk as a skunk.The look on his face was pricelesswhen I got out of the patroll car