Thomas has looked at you guys' successes over the years with wonderment, particularly thise giant native steelhead that you guys get after.
He beams from ear to ear when you guys give him props.


THANK YOU.


I am such a lucky guy.

On last night's hunt. we were stuck down in the bottom of a vertical canyon.
We kept following blood by the light of a mini mag flashlight and the full moon.
We found the buck piled up in the ravine that ran through the canyon.

A glance at Thomas' cell phone said 10:50 PM.

I didn't have a camera which is rare & after finding the buck and pulling the buck about twenty feet straight up, I looked at Thomas & said "the only way we're going to get this buck out is to cut him in half".
He really wanted some good photos and after another miserable twenty foot drag came to the same conclusion.

I am a big believer in boning a buck & puttimg him in a backpack for easier travel, but we didn't have that option last night.

I took the front half & Thomas took the hinds.

We reached the road at midnight.

It was 2:11 am when I finally hit the sack.

One of those packs that you never forget.
The illumination from the moon was surreal.

Though miserable and an enormous challenge for this near fifty year old body, that hunt, though very local will never be forgotten by either of us.


Things like that teach mental toughness, something that I feel exceeds physical toughness and tests your will to survive.

Thank you for letting me share another chapter in my life with you guys.


The alarm went off at 4:10 am for work.... that sucked serious ass.

Until next time......
Sal