HAIKU MONDAY: On Catch with the Kid and Steelhead FD Memories

Welcome back to Haiku Monday, where Fish Hack’s spent a summer solstice that didn’t include a three-putt that didn’t include three-putting the 18th.

Stayed out late chucking the football in the dark with Tax Deduction No. 2, perfect Father’s Day ending.

“Wanna throw the ball?”/”Sure, Dad. Just like we used to.”/Miss those simple times.

For you Haiku Monday virgins, this is when and where Fish Hack waxes on and off non-Brazilian style about the outdoors and whatever the hell else comes to mind, with some bad versions of old Japanese poetry sprinkled in as the schtick.

Caught the first summer steelhead of the season Sunday morning on the upper Rogue River, Hack’s home waters. And it came about a month after hooking the first one.

That first summer of the year typically marks the start of Hack’s year. Two years ago, the June summer steelhead started a 12-month string of catching a steelhead somewhere on a 15-mile stretch of the upper Rogue. Pretty astonishing feat, but the Rogue is special and so are steelhead.

Especially after being deftly sick of trying to get a Rogue hatchery spring chinook to unlock that welded-shut mouth and bite a bait.

Changing of the guard./Chinook are the enemy./Steelhead are your friends.

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