Here we are again at Three-Word Thursday, where Fish Hack is hanging out at the Fish Wrap waiting for the Rogue River to clear up enough to take a whack at the first winter steelhead to reach the upper Rogue this season.
That little gully-washer of a storm last week brought just enough warm water to get steelhead upstream and well-dispersed in the Rogue and Fish Hack wants nothing more than to turn a few winters’ eyes into X’s.
Gully-washer. Harvest. Kill.
Any steelhead bum worth his fly box will tell you that walking around with that fresh and unmolested steelhead tag is just sick and wrong.
You gotta get some ink as soon as possible on that thing known as the combined salmon-steelhead harvest tag — the piece of paper that says you can fish for steelhead and where you must log the fish you kill.
That’s right, kill.
When you decide to initiate a critter of any kind into the Aluminum Club, you kill it. It’s not harvested, like wheat.
The only time you harvest a steelhead is when you run over it with a combine.
.On, Deere.
