Another quick move took us further upstream to some nice holding water. At first glance both Stuckey and I smiled; this definitely looked like steelhead holding water! Stuckey fished the top tail-out while I waded downstream. On a long cast out I watched as my indicator went under and I set the hook hard. My rod doubled over, which got Stuckey’s attention.
“Did you catch Idaho?” Stuckey asked, knowing full well what a snag looked like.
“Sure did, and it’s not coming loose.” I said, and broke off my flies.
“I would have lost money on that spot.” Stuckey said as we left the nice looking holding water behind.
“I can’t imagine there not being a steelhead there.” I said, puzzled. The day was nearly over, but we were not ready to leave. We stopped and caught zero fish at one last spot.
The sun hid behind the big eastern hills that created the canyon we stood in, dropping the temperature back down to a chilling number. The wind started ripping through the riverbanks, which aided our decision to leave the water.
“Hey, Erik, look at this.” Stuckey said, holding up his frozen fly and flicking it a few time to show how solid it was.
“Well, if that isn’t a sign to end the day, I don’t know what is.” I said, as we geared down and headed back toward Boise. We stopped in Cambridge to have dinner at a small Ma-and-Pa restaurant, which had homemade ice cream! In the end, Stuckey ordered the pie for dessert, while I went with two scoops of ice cream to finish off a nice day of steelheading.