The day was starting to clear up, which meant time was running out. I shot my line out again and watched my indicator floating downstream, then it jolted under! No matter how long I have been waiting, I am always ready to set the hook, which I did! Boom! Boom! Boom! The tip of my fly rod jolted hard, and my raincloud-mood lifted to a bright sunny day!
"Ryan!" I yelled, as I started walking towards him.
"You got one!" He said happily, before taking out his camera to snap a picture of the fight.
"Ryan, this just made my day!" I said, as the ten foot five weight fly rod was doubled over with the weight of a steelhead.
"I'm glad you got one." Ryan said back, as I wrenched back on the rod to bring up the head of my fish, and slipped it into my net.
"There we go!" I said, after the steelhead was securely landed.
"Yeah! That's a nice steely." Ryan added, as I picked up the fish for a picture.
"What did it take?" Ryan asked.
"You're not going to believe it." I said, as I held up the fly.
"Ohhhh!!!" Ryan yelled, "it took the Pico Stone!"
"Yes it did!" I said, laughing.
The funny thing about the Pico Stone, is that I never liked it well enough make it public. It was an ugly fly that I kept in my fly box for a while, because I felt it needed more work. Whatever reason I decided to use a fly I disliked was similar to the feeling I got that made me not want to go fly fishing this morning. And in the end, I was glad I did both... It's going to be a good day today!