The next day we moved north, looking for something that has eluded me for a while, I wanted to catch my first steelhead. I knew I can do it, I had some pretty good local intel and support. My guides taught me the technique, put me on fish, what else could I hope for? Meanwhile they did a little fishing themselves. Sotto got the first one on his spey rod:
Last day of this dream trip was very short. I had a plane to catch so for a couple of hours we chose a nearby creek that had some little ones hanging around
Sotto found it in the afternoon.