To: TraderGreg who wrote (2750 ) 12/4/1997 1:00:00 PM From: charles messick Respond to of 11708
ALL, In the Great Northwest there is a wonderful spiecies of fish called a Steel Head. It's hatched in the streams and rivers and works it's way out to the ocean, where it feeds and frolics for a few years. When the time is right this wonderful sport fish begins a long journey back to the place of its birth to nest and produce more of its kind. Along the way a Steel Head will encounter many different obsticles. Log jams, low water, high water, shear falls, and preditors to name just a few. One of the many preditors it may encounter is the optimistic fisherman. With rod, reel, and an asortment of lures this optimistic oportunist takes position along the stream and with the fishing line weighted just right, casts the lure into the flowing current. As the fishing line plays out our angler lets his fingers gently hold the line. Feeling the bounce of the lure along the rocky bottom of the stream. Our master angler stares at the roiling water in anticipation of what his fingers on the line will tell him. Every now and again he moves the rod tip just a bit to give the lure more action. A Steel Head is a wary quary and ever vigilant for false movements. Even our celebrated Steel Heads primal focus on the final destination, the place where it's life began, can some times be broken. In an instant, the angler having twitched the lure just right, our noble Steel Head strikes... in anger, in hunger, or just because. It doesn't matter,..FISH ON! That crafty angler, with his skill and his tools will eat Steel Head tonight. Chuck Messick, as in Chuck Messick The way I figure it, if I can post it I better be big enough to stand up to it. Good for you David.