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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