As spring begins to summer, there's high anxiety, anticipation, a bit of doubt, the unknown and unforeseen, hope of a strong return. As with every season, it's filled with its highs & lows. Weather forever changing, adding different dynamics to the game, sometimes bad…sometimes good. There are a million or more variables to whether or not they come back in the numbers we hope. I'll take good over luck most days but I'll be damned on some.
These waters that call steelhead back to them are filled with learning and exploration. I can remember as a young boy, my mom dropping me off on the creeks draining the San Bernadino mountains for hours of rock hoping, swimming, looking for fish, bugs and other critters. For me, there is no end to it, and I thank all of you who allow me to be a kid for life...
Rich