Today is the last day of the license year and I have yet to land a single hatchery steelhead this season.

For whatever reason, I seemed to land every wild fish and loose every hatchery fish I hooked so far this season.
I wasn't really motivated and arrived at the river after 1:30 pm.
Got to one of the runs where I hooked a few fish this season and it was pretty much deserted with one guy way down in the middle of the pool.
Not a good sign, but I worked down the run and as expected not a single bite.
Ran into the single guy and he told me only one fish hooked since this morning.

Peered down at the next run and saw six guys still fishing there.
Somebody must have landed a lot of fish there and when I checked around sure enough that run was hot this morning.
I wasn't really in for combat fishing this early so drove up stream to another run where I had hooked a few fish before.
This run also had one guy at mid pool so started at the head of the run and worked down.
It was raining hard and not a single bite.
Now its 3:30 pm and I decided to go to the hot run of the day.
Got there and there still were five guys on the run, so I guessed fishing must have been really good today.
I started at the top and tried to work down, but four guys at the middle of the pool were not moving anywhere.
So spent an hour fishing the head of the pool waiting for one of the guys to leave.
After more than an hour of casting practice, two guys below me finally left.
I have never hooked a fish in this hole, but I visually inspected this run carefully from top to bottom while chatting with other anglers.
Water looked perfect with just the right visibility and speed in the target area I wanted to fish.
As everyone else was pounding this run with roe bags, I decided to go light and small.
I put on a #2 gammie with a small tuff of peach wool on 12lb fluorocarbon leader as I didn't have any pre-tied on 8lb mono.
Set float depth to around 2 feet and drifted into the slow water not far from shore.
Within half a dozen drifts, bang and it was fish on.
This one didn't jump but was a scrappy fish making many runs all over the place.
After a few minutes of respectable show a 10lb hatchery doe finally slided on to the the bank.
I bonked the fish and marked it on my license on the last day.
I am not much of a harvestor but it was a good feeling to retain one for the year.
