Steelhead Chronicles Vol. 1

I was fishing with a buddy one year on Candaway Creek, NY & he decided to stinger a fish for the smoker and make a cream cheese and chives spread...YUMMY! Now this was one of the nice heavy dudty 6' brass end stringers he carefully secured "so he said" and later noticed the 9# Chromer had made an escape...yup back to fight another day or perish tugging a rope to seal his fate. Well, a half hour or so later I latch into a nice fresh Steelie but the fight seemed odd to me and I seen a glimmer of white, I thought another fish trailing the one I had hooked...NOT, it was the stringered fish my buddy had lost just earlier in the day. I couldn't believe it. Now you may be thinking I foul hooked the fish, and I could wrap my brain around that thought a little easier myself, but it had ate the fly fairly deep at the same time chewing on the stringer.

ORIGINAL: flytierwon

I was fishing with a buddy one year on Candaway Creek, NY & he decided to stinger a fish for the smoker and make a cream cheese and chives spread...YUMMY! Now this was one of the nice heavy dudty 6' brass end stringers he carefully secured "so he said" and later noticed the 9# Chromer had made an escape...yup back to fight another day or perish tugging a rope to seal his fate. Well, a half hour or so later I latch into a nice fresh Steelie but the fight seemed odd to me and I seen a glimmer of white, I thought another fish trailing the one I had hooked...NOT, it was the stringered fish my buddy had lost just earlier in the day. I couldn't believe it. Now you may be thinking I foul hooked the fish, and I could wrap my brain around that thought a little easier myself, but it had ate the fly fairly deep at the same time chewing on the stringer.

thats funny story, i see at least 5 stringers filled with steelheads or salmon every year rotting away.
those fish can pull if you dont bonk thiere heads before stringing them up
also found a stringer with 2 steelhead and a channel cat once on silver creek.
if i keep a few its the last few i catch that day.

I could tell you that ... na thats not a good one.

OH this one time ... no thats not a good one either

I awoke one morning and ... nope that just wont do it

6point7 told me once ... Id better not

indsguiz had fallen ... he will say how many times

cold is the man and ... well if ya dont know then...

doubletapper saw a mermaid in a brookie stream and ... well he tells it better

Who wants to fish with the chartist... ummm

mikeg is really Leon Phelps...

bulldog is the photoshop king... but you will see

Mr.Slickfish said .... ere'

There is so many I dont know where to go from here.

where i come from so cold when siberian tiger **ss freeze before hit ground.......................

no just something a friend of always says 

I don't

Anybody remember whatsajob? that makes it a funny trip right there....

ORIGINAL: BloodyHand

ORIGINAL: deetz4352

I could tell you that ... na thats not a good one.

OH this one time ... no thats not a good one either

I awoke one morning and ... nope that just wont do it

6point7 told me once ... Id better not

indsguiz had fallen ... he will say how many times

cold is the man and ... well if ya dont know then...

doubletapper saw a mermaid in a brookie stream and ... well he tells it better

Who wants to fish with the chartist... ummm

mikeg is really Leon Phelps...

bulldog is the photoshop king... but you will see

Mr.Slickfish said .... ere'

There is so many I dont know where to go from here.

What about 8, 16, 32, 40. Looks like you forgot that 1. How bout " we smashed em. I got 1 " ?

Looks like you just covered those stories. Didnt want to take all of the good ones , just some.

One time I went fishing with some kids that pinned that said that they're method was better...

Once I schooled them with the fly rod all morning, I decided to take the pin for the heck of it.  After they made tireless efforts of fishing over a huge pod of fish to no avail, I was able to get one to bite a single egg while pinning.

They didn't land one all day....poor fellas.

me and my buddy bill were fishing up on walnut at the wall one evening.  As we sat there side by side i noticed my line had a slight bounce to it then i saw his slack over mine.  I asked him if he thought he was in  my line he said there was no way.  It kept doing it so i asked him again.  He said he knows he wasnt the third time I asked him I stood up and my rod ripped right outta the holder and into the stream.  This was in early oct midday so i jumped in and got my rod.  Fish was still on.  So later that night we were fishing again its about 11 pm now my only change of clothes i had on.  I get a silver on and walk it down to the boat inlet to net it as I hear a splash and someone say there went someone elses rod.  It was my other one why we were netting one a fish hit my other rod and took it in. After minutes of following the rod with a flashlight my buddy convinced me to go in after my rod again.  I got the rod back but it was a very very cold night and next day.  The next day we had these two cool guys sitting next to.  They obviously had some adult beverages earlier, the one guy looks at us and says holding a jar of powerbait, This stuff taste good but I wouldnt eat it. As he had to goto the hospital for eating the powerbait,  It was a weekend I will never forget but it was fun with lots of laughs

Wow, where do I begin but "back in the day." It was 1978 and my life long fishing fiend--I mean friend--and I had  been granted a weekend parole from the 7th grade. I had been fishing since I was 4, but it was Dave's first time on a stream, he had only been on a family friend's boat and did some perch fishing. So we went down to Walnut at Buttermilk Falls to catch some of them there coho salmon. We were well equipped with Zebco 202's and big bobbers--after all a salmon is a big fish. So, with Dave's mom's words "Don't get wet" ringing in our ears we trudged down to the creek. Now it had been warm, so the creek was down (happened back then too, must have been the flourocarbons). We didn't catch anything at Buttermilk so we walked upstream, yep right up the middle like true fishermen do. Dave looked up stream and saw a salmon resting in the shallows on the shale flat that we were on. So, we dropped the rods and started to chase it. Can't be done, right? We chased that thing up stream and down Dave would work above it and I worked below it. It zipped past me and I tripped and fell. I got my head out of the water just in time to see Dave holler, "I got you now!" as he dove with his hands out and pressed the fish against a rock. I can still see him standing up with a death grip on that fish, his Star Wars sweatshirt (we saw it when it came out the first time) soaked and stretched to the knees. We later found out that was illegal--but not before he grabbed a brown the same way that afternoon. That was 33 years ago and Dave and I still fish together every November.

I know you asked for steelhead, but back then they were just a novelty. As in "Watcha got there Fred? Is that a coho? It doesn't quite look like a coho."

 hEar fishIe fishIe 

The guys who actually think they are "fly fishing" for steelhead in erie pa tribs.

used to be good friends w. some kid who thought he knew everything.  the kind of kid who truly needs a legit license to smoke the wild stuff because if not, his nerves are tighter than some of the red ruffy I used to get back in high school; he needs xanax, but whatever...

As we are driving to Erie, he gets a text from his gf about her finding a conversation between him and another girl on facebook.  The day was ruined even though copious amounts of smoke were driven to the clouds.  We talked about her all day and how grown up he was and ready to be married.  The phone convos' were hilarious.  Did not even catch a fish. 

"Everythings gon be alright, baby. I'ma get home and we gon work this out" :)

ORIGINAL: Dream Catcher

http://youtu.be/RUTovcmLs5k

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I was down there that day just before it broke loose and saw you guys fishing. I went down in the afternoon and--wow--it had really packed in.