Oak Orchard in upstate New York. My second year there. First week in December. I get to fish with an old and dear friend from St Louis who now lives in Maryland. Steelies were hard to come by. This fishery has been unfortunately labeled "blue collar." Basically , you have a couple miles of water, Everyone knows about it. There are absolutely huge browns in there at the right time. Salmon too, but who cares. Steelies come in after the spawn, which is when I make my ineffective appearance. It is definitely a stream where position is everything. And in some spots, there will be someone casting into the same run as you, except on the other side. Hence, the blue collar moniker, People want to fish, there are limited spots, competition is rife. It is still awesome. There are big fish there. You meet different people and it is actually pretty cool. I had a position A spot in the classic Archer hole and hooked up on so many fish, but failed to bring them in because of my misguided laziness in not fixing a simple snarl deep in my fly reel. I was breaking fish left and right. I thought the cold was causing my drag to seize up, when in actuality it was a line snarl down in the reel. Snap. Break. Snap off. > . Double . Big fish not brought to a net. My fault. Lesson learned.
Anyway. There it is Mr Wrench. Somewhat of a disjointed story. Prolly cuz Im still unsober.