Few Don't Mean None....
Not much of a steelhead run forecast for the Upper Columbia River tributaries this year. Maybe the worst in forty years according to some. But, I went anyway.
Someone assumed that he'd packed the leader wallet containing tips for his spey rod. Alas, they were four hundred miles away.
I had a back-up.
This fish, the first morning, was caught while swinging a fly on a single handed eight weight.
Luck is a good thing.