Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack is busy waiting for the sun to lower so he can put the hurt on some Rogue River summer steelhead.
These night fishing trips rock.
Evening on the Rogue./Sun goes down, steelhead get hot./Sleep. Wake. Work. Repeat.
For you Haiku Monday virgins, this is the day Fish Hack busts a few non-rhymes about the outdoors in the form of 15-syllable Japanese. Why? It’s a friggin’ BLOG GIMMICK, people.
And three lines is about as poetic as Fish Hack can get.
Fish Hack poetry:/Limmericks bathed in cuss words/Sure feels about right.
Now that everyone on the Rogue is SICK SICK SICK of trying to get a damn spring chinook salmon to bite, we welcome with open nets the Rogue’s early-run summer steelhead.
Sure, they’re only 3-10 pounds, but the actually bite. Regularly. They are aggressive, fight great and all the wild ones get released. Of course.
The rule of thumb is, when there are 500 summer steelhead over Gold Ray Dam, it’s time to fish for them in the upper Rogue.
Streamer flies, nymphs, worms, crayfish plugs, roe … even pink rubber worms that smell like bubblegum. They ALL work for summer steelhead when fished in riffles from driftboats.
The only way to go.
A Dude and his boat:/ Bonds not easily broken./Don’t sell ‘em, sink ‘em.
Already, there are more than 1,700 of these silver suckers up here. So it’s on the river by 5:30, fishing until 9 every night Tax Deduction No. 2 doesn’t have soccer practice.
Happy times.
