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anadromous -> RE: Oct.14 (10/7/2008 7:05:51 PM)
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You want some real advice?? Go to the tribs when the ice hangs on the slate walls, each column of ice reflecting a welcomed morning sun. Break tracks in a fresh blanket of powder as you approach the winter flow of the tribs. Now the fish can be out of sight, they have found their place. disquised by the slate bottom and green hues of the water,their backs camoflauged perfectly for this environment. When you cast, you see your breath, the cold touching your hands,cracked ,white and chapped...the water letting you know that your feet should not be in it no matter the layers of warmth. The strike, the headshake, the run...instant heat to your extremities, your heart pounds,the drag break the monotony of the waters incessant roar. A fish comes to hand, the colors vibrant, a struggle ends, an inner peace ensues and a realization will find a place to take solid ground in your brain...this is Erie steelheading. You will know when the conditions are "right" when you get "right" with yourself and a fish.
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