
I got to join my husband and his friend for a Steelhead fishing trip on the Salmon River. It's a unique experience. Our friend's Grandpa pioneered the river for private boats. He is a legend, so it's fun to go with him. This trip was quite an adventure. We left in snow and drove 6+ hours to the campground. The first day was cold, but a few fish were biting. I wrestled a big one for over 10 minutes trying to land him. Towards the end I could barely keep a hold of my pole I was so tired. He must have been a wild by the way he was fighting. He finally surfaced near the boat and he was huge, we estimate over 40". Just when we thought we were going to net him, the line broke! Dang it! No picture. Take it as a fishing story if you want, but my arm is still sore.


The next morning we woke to 3" of new snow. It let up, so we shoveled the boat out and went on the river again.



The wind decided to pick up and persist, not good for fishing. We tried to keep warm and wait it out but finally decided to pull out, pack up and head for home.

It was slow going, but we made it to Salmon to find out the road was closed home. We spent the night and continued rest of the way home in subzero temperatures. The closer we got to home, the worse the roads got.

We won't be eating Steelhead for Thanksgiving this year, but at least we're home.