Heavy packs pulled over shoulders. Each boot step, one slogging after another. Fresh griz tracks underfoot helps to keep you on guard and alert. Legs strain under the weight but you forge deeper into the bush. Slogging through muck and mire, mud and moss. Kicking aside moose pellets and devil's club. Navigating blow-down and root wads. The trail is there kinda. Easy to loose. Harder to find again. Sweat. Hunger and thirst. Are we there yet? The forest opens ever so slightly. Alders tell you there is water. Once on the cobbled beach broad smiles spread ear to ear. Excited glances are shared as packs are dumped. Quick work is made to organize gear. Waders pulled over warm layers. Gore-tex and wool are snugged up as armor to the elements. Moss and twigs tangled in toques and beards. The calm of the currents are settling. More anticipation mounts as lines are pulled through line guides. Reel drags checked. The water is perfect. Silence. The silence, only broken by the wing flaps of Raven or Eagle. More work ahead. Cast, swing, step, repeat. Cast, swing, step repeat. Countless casts, all forgotten with one grab. A ballistic battle rattles the silence. Red-stripe brawn quickly admired, then slipped home. Wilderness rewards. In the end it's not really work. After all, that's just steelheading.
#huntforredoctober October 2019 | 🇨🇦 Northern BC
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