9AM, beautiful-looking canyon water.
All of sudden--slap! A sizeable fish splashes in the middle of the pool. "A nice steelhead," I think to myself. "A feisty hen." Another splash. I catch a glimpse of her broad tail, a promise of things to come. The fish is feeling good. I am too.
I toss out my black/red jig, expecting to see my balsa float yanked beneath the surface.
But it doesn't happen.
So I cast again. And again and again and again. Every 5 minutes or so, the steelie slaps her lovely tail. I try a different color jig. And then another. I toss out a silver spoon. The steelie splashes some more. Somewhere along the way, it suddenly feels like high school again, with the steelhead playing the virtuous schoolgirl and me resuming my role as foiled schoolboy with a handprint on my cheek.
My face begins to burn.
After two hours of trying, it appears I've put the fish down for good--no more splashing--and I've run out of moves to try on her. It's time to head home, maybe take a cold shower...
It's 2:30 PM now. I sit here at my computer, completely humbled, and ask you, my fellow steelheaders, does this happens to all guys?
What's the answer? How do you nail a hen like this?
Any and all advice is appreciated. Thanks, gentlemen...