Why not go steelheading when the temperature is in the mid-twenties? Oh... yeah... because your rod guides freeze and casting is more challenging! Well Mike and Allen joined me for a couple of days on the Trinity and our first day was cold, cold, cold! "Hey Luke... my reel isn't working. Do you think it's broke?", Mike asked me. "No," I replied, "It's frozen." Thankfully the sun poked it's way out and we survived the first day! Allen threw bombs with his spey rod but sadly wasn't able to connect with a #metalface. He did, however, catch a really nice wild hen on a golden stone fly. She fought REALLY well and was definitely a hot fresh fish, taking line, going deep, etc. She proved her grit by managing to jump out of Allen's hands just when we were going to grab a picture! But the thing that matters took place -- he hooked it, fought it, and got to shake her hand. Day two was a big warmer and through we didn't land an adult STEELHEAD, we did get a brownie! Not seeing as many of those these days, but when you do, it's like catching a unicorn of unicorns. It absolutely CRUSHED the pheasant tail Allen was using. Mike didn't hook a steelhead but he definitely fished hard, made lots of casts, and set on all of the bumps that we were hoping were steelhead. Did I mention that we could REALLY use some rain?