My fishing has been full of exciting momments.

Got to love that adrenal rush as I re-bait after a winter steelhead strips my eggs - while I haven't fished eggs in more than a decade the shakes between the bite and the next cast are still fresh with me.

Some memorial fish/situations

Any steelhead on dries - though I can still easily recall an August evening when a steelhead jumped completely clear of the water and took my dry on the way down - I'll never know how I resisted not setting the hook too soon.

Clear water hawg largemouth bass chasing down a buzz bait or slurping a jig-n-pig from the bottom.

Smallmouth bass on poppers

Gator bull trout tracking my streamers in clear water or their shark-like tracking of skated surface flies.

The heart-stopping momment between the abrupt stop/take (is it bottom or fish?) and the first shoulder jarring head shakes of monster chinook on a fly.

The slow motion head to tail rise of large trout taking a small dry fly in clear water where you can watch the whole process of the fish slowly swimming from the depths, opening its mouth, the fly disappearing, and the mouth closing as the fish turns towards the bottom.

Just a handful of examples of why I'm an addicted fisher. It also illustrates why I'm such an eclectic angler (willig to fish for anything that swims)rather than a species specialist.

tight lines
Curt