Man, I wish that essay contest was still up and running, because I had a pretty awful day on the water yesterday.

I took my dad out, thinking this would finally be the day that he got the steelhead skunk off. How couldn't he? Perfect conditions for an October morning on the upper river almost always spell "multiple fish." Sturzman met up with us, as did Chuck later on (for a short while). If there were fish to be caught, we were going to catch them.
Well, first of all, none of us caught any steelhead. Second, my waders somehow sprung multiple leaks throughout the day. Third, the weather went from sun

straight to intermittent downpours (no raincoat, naturally)

. Fourth, desperation put us on the putrid lower river after the infamous mouthless hatchery Green River coho to no avail (besides an incidentally snagged "moldy-hump"), and, finally--the final blow, if you will--some honest fisherman stole my noodle rod (w/ reel) when my dad went downstream from the stand of bushes where he had left it.
I didn't submit anything for the "worst day on the water" contest because I couldn't think of any day much worse than "nice to get out and relax even though I got skunked." Not anymore!
I'm sure it's one of those days I'll later reflect on and have good laugh, but all I can say right now is "bring on the winter-runs."

Andrew