The past week was a massive win for fishermen trolling the banks and drifting the inner lanes of the Smith River. Not that it wasn’t hard work, though.
The week saw many a day on the Smith cancelled due to a blown out river or wet conditions that just really, truly, utterly sucked. A season’s worth of rain, mist, drizzle and high, pushy water tested everyone who was out for steelhead — the local guides were hard pressed to find the most productive riffles and runs, the clients in drift boats often suffered through sudden, squal-like conditions, and the usually unflappable fly fishermen were turned away by slippery cliffs and wind. Often, it was pure hell on the Smith.
But the hearty souls who endured rainy mornings, thunder even, and cold often came up with some showboat successes.
The bnb saw an unusually high number of guests this month — our busiest January ever and one where we seemed to have connected with the fishing crowd. In addition to the usual array of families, couples and “sophisticated tree-huggers” that somehow find me, a gaggle of fly fishermen casting spey rods and single-hand rigs as well as drifters bouncing row made it my way.
All in all the redwoods were in prime shape this January. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s raining like heck right now and the lights are even flickering in the night.
Welcome to winter as it’s supposed to be.