Mine was a day on the Humptulips back in the day. We lost count of the number of kings landed, but I remember quitting because my arms were sore and I had my fill. Beautiful sunny day, a herd of elk crossed downstream of us, the water was on thedrop with just a tinge of color, the fish were bright and fishing was fantastic. You just can't ask for anything better!
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In the legend of King Arthur, the Fisher King was a renowned angler whose errant ways caused him to be struck dumb in the presence of the sacred chalice. I am no great fisherman, and a steelhead is not the covenant of Christ, but with each of these fish I am rendered speechless.