
When Andrew Fairclouth hooked, played and released the first steelhead of his life, a nice 12 pounder, there’s no way he could have known that a dozen casts later he’d make fly fishing history. But that’s exactly what happened on a spring day just a few seasons ago in northwestern British Columbia. [click to continue…]

Northern California’s Smith River may be one of the best steelhead streams on the West Coast, but sometimes I swear I’ll never go back.
A day of fishing here can make you feel like you’ve been in a cage fight. The river’s rocky bottom will do its best to beat your spirits into a pulpy mess and relieve you of every piece of terminal tackle in your box. And seeing the endless parade of professional drift boat guides launching in the morning can give you a sense of being thrown to the lions. The Smith’s famed steelhead will also test your resolve to fight on when they suddenly, without warning, collectively decide to become indifferent towards every last piece of bait that drifts by. And that’s during the best of times.
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Okay, so maybe this fish didn’t actually eat Cleveland, but it’s damn near big enough to do so. Jimmy Davis caught it, as he says, “Somewhere along the West Coast,” on a pink and chartreuse Action Tail Steelhead Worm dangled under a float. After the quick grip-n-grin, the big beast was left to go about his business.
The behemoth wasn’t the only toad from the trip….
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