Day 112: You'd never guess from this steelhead fisherman's posture that the temperature was below the freezing mark, nor that he'd been there since sunup and hadn't had a bite. The Cowlitz at the Barrier Dam is running high and fast, and the main channel is well beyond the reach of any caster without an assist from a grenade launcher. Side-planers are out of the question, swamped by the time they reach mid-flow. But the stalwarts persist, hoping some fish will make a loop into shallower water, hoping for that piscine judgmental error which will bring twenty pounds of silver-sided beauty leaping above the water. I am past ice-in-the-guides enthusiasm for big fish, beyond the stiff muscles and backaches of thrill-seeking angling. Give me a trout stream and a flyrod and a sunny afternoon!
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