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A Valentine's kiss (from a fish of course!)

The midnight downpour had subsided to a sunrise drizzle. Even though puddles bordered the inside of my tent, I managed to keep mostly dry. Ariell was ready to explore the wilderness we had hiked in to the day before, and see if the Steelhead had made it this far upstream. I begrudgingly rolled off my comfy, down-insulated sleeping pad, and made my ritual cup of coffee with water from the creek. The day's grayness could not keep me from thinking it was going to be a splendid expedition.

Ariell had a great time running along the many game trails in the valley. After a while she came down to watch me cast the Sweetgrass 8'6", quad., 6/7 weight rod. She was pretty impressed with my ability to hit pockets behind boulders, and keep a dead drift through deep runs that should have held Steelhead. Yep, "should have." I had hoped the slightly off-color water and increase in flow from the rain, would have enticed the Chromers to come on upstream. Run, after run, after pool and pocket, yielded no Steel. But, I did manage to find a sweet surprise.

The beautiful (even in black and white) Coastal Cutthroat trout! Though only about 1/20th the size of what I was after, this guy was a hard-fightin' specimen, and welcome to bite my fly anytime! I love finding Cutthroat. Ariell led the way downstream after I kissed and released this bright ray of hope.

This stream is one of my magical places. I was led to it years ago by a friend and fished it with friends. It is not always exactly loaded with fish, but sometimes....
There is just something about wilderness streams coddled within old-growth forests -- not to mention the way they rush through boulders! Oh, man I need to go back. Anyway, back to fish.

Even though the place is magical, there must have been an evil spell on me. I did manage to find the odd, resident Cuttie, but they were few and far between, and not nearly as prolific as they have been in previous trips. But, I kept heading downstream, just to see what there was to see. After a while I had hiked out of the wilderness boundaries, and in to water I had never cast a fly in. I was tired, tripping and slipping more often. But I kept going.

After swinging my flies through one seemingly productive hole, I let the line drag after catching nothing. Deciding to move on down the line, I let the flies skate in the surface below me in a seemingly lifeless water. Before I took two steps, a fish tugged on my line and I was hooked to a fish. This fish however, bent much deeper down the rod. It was big -- not Steelhead big, but a healthy fish for sure.

Soon, I was looking at a beautiful Cutthroat -- the biggest I've caught this year, flopping on the bank. It was around 13 inches, and a fine specimen, though a bit skinny from Winter's dearth.

A beautifully native Cutthroat alongside a sweet-castin' Sweetgrass rod.

Then the Valentine's kiss-and-release. See ya buddy. Go get some fat on yer bones, eh!

In Wild Water,

Zac Sexton

The Meandering Boo Boy
A day with master craftmen
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