Anticipation: If there were one word that I would use to describe spey fishing for steelhead it would be anticipation. From the moment I calendar a trip or a day on the water, till the moment I reach the water, the anticipation of that first cast, the first grab and hopefully that first fish is all to consuming and borders on obsession. With every cast there is the anticipation of that distinctive jolt, that surge of energy at the end of your line. The sound of your reel and then the anticipation for that first glimpse when the steelhead jumps from the water below, throwing itself into the air. Thrashing and shaking its head from side to side. The anticipation of bringing the fish to hand can result in losing the fish in the fight, calming yourself, breathing and letting the fight play out. Whether the fish is brought to hand or lost before, it always starts all over again with that next cast. The anticipation.
It always seems to be the case for me, that when the time comes to leave the water the anticipation begins all over again for that next time, that next opportunity to stand in the water, line swinging through the run with nothing but you, your spey rod and the anticipation of a steelhead taking my fly once again.