AKnook
Well-Known Member
Just returned from five days in the Tongass national forest chasing the fish of a thousand casts wild Alaskan steelhead.
Spent two days on a drift boat and the other two hiking into the river. We spent a few 14 hour days fishing hard.
The rain was non stop and would keep the chill on you all day even with all the layers and gear on. The sun did show itself for a little and we relished in it while it was out.
Long exhausting hikes with gear on, aching shoulders and backs, wet cold and hungry. Sleep deprived and holding off bathroom breaks. You start to think what the hell are we doing?... Then it happens, the take. You don't feel anything but excitement and endorphins kicking in. Then fear of it popping off or running into the log jams. I swear you literally feel every emotion fishing for these fish. All the joys and excitement of landing a fish as well as all the frustration, doubt, sadness and anger of loosing a beast. You are literally exhausted mind and body after a trip like this. I don't even know how I'm at work. I need a vacation from this mini vacation.
Still dwelling on some lost monsters. But that will just fuel future trips making cast after cast to the fish of a thousand casts, wild Alaskan steel.
Enjoy some pics from our trip
WWII transport tank
Fly shop in a WWII aircraft hangar
Log jam after log jam
The sun did at least come out for a bit
Spent two days on a drift boat and the other two hiking into the river. We spent a few 14 hour days fishing hard.
The rain was non stop and would keep the chill on you all day even with all the layers and gear on. The sun did show itself for a little and we relished in it while it was out.
Long exhausting hikes with gear on, aching shoulders and backs, wet cold and hungry. Sleep deprived and holding off bathroom breaks. You start to think what the hell are we doing?... Then it happens, the take. You don't feel anything but excitement and endorphins kicking in. Then fear of it popping off or running into the log jams. I swear you literally feel every emotion fishing for these fish. All the joys and excitement of landing a fish as well as all the frustration, doubt, sadness and anger of loosing a beast. You are literally exhausted mind and body after a trip like this. I don't even know how I'm at work. I need a vacation from this mini vacation.
Still dwelling on some lost monsters. But that will just fuel future trips making cast after cast to the fish of a thousand casts, wild Alaskan steel.
Enjoy some pics from our trip
WWII transport tank
Fly shop in a WWII aircraft hangar
Log jam after log jam
The sun did at least come out for a bit
