If there is one thing I know to be true about flyfishing it is this. The days you think are going to be great can be awful and the days you think are destined to be bad can turn out to be phenomenal. Today, was an example of the latter. Joey and I woke up at 4:30am. We arrived on our steelhead run just before sun up. We stood there passing the last hours of darkness and finishing our coffees under the light from my headlamp. Then the sun started to shine. Yah, right! More like, then the darkness turned to gray. No sun, blistering wind, snow and steel. Yup, Joey made a couple drifts and bang! A small steelie pops out of the water. He lands it and we are on the board. Joey tells me that the fish are in the slow part of the seem. So, of course, I don’t listen and continue to fish the fast part of the seem. Then, I throw a cast into the slow part of the seem. Wham! Chrome steel rips upstream, leaps out of the water, crashes back into the water and makes a blistering run down and across stream. Line is peeling off my reel. This was the Steelie I had come for. No colors, just bright silver. Fresh from the lake. I run downstream and then cross the river so that I could be on a gravel bar and in better position to continue the battle. After what seemed like an eternity, the fish came to hand and I was thrilled. Joey and I then continued our day. We hooked and landed several steelhead but most were small ones. Then, luck was on my side. Or, maybe I was using the right fly (Oregon Cheese)? Another beautiful chromer decided to eat my fly. I was doing battle once again with the chrome. I was in heaven. These steelies were so fresh. Their fins were almost transluscent. They certainly had not been in the river too long and boy were they angry when they realized that the egg they were eating was not a real egg. The wind was howling, snow was flying and the chrome steelies were hot. All steelhead are sweet but chrome steelies are the sweetest.