Chasing Memories in Coastal Washington
For many, this fall salmon season has been one of the most productive in years—and for some, the excitement isn’t over yet! But as the coho runs start to fade, my mind shifts to something even more thrilling: the start of Washington’s coastal steelhead season. Steelhead fishing holds a special place in my heart, and after years of closures and restrictions that limited access, the anticipation for this season feels particularly poignant. It’s not just about the fish; it’s about the journey, the challenge, and the memories I create along the way.
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, salmon and steelhead fishing became more than hobbies—they became part of who I am. My first steelhead trip during high school wasn’t what most would call successful. My rod wasn’t doubled over that day, but it didn’t matter. That trip introduced me to something far greater than just catching fish. It was about the crisp air biting at my cheeks, the sound of the rushing river, and the camaraderie with those who shared the experience. Over time, I’ve realized that the true essence of fishing lies in the anticipation, the journey, and the moments shared—not in the numbers or size of the catch.
The wait for this year’s coastal steelhead season feels especially long because of the closures we’ve endured. Each year of restricted fishing has deepened my appreciation for the opportunity to return to these rivers. Steelhead fishing, in particular, offers a challenge like no other. The rivers they inhabit are some of the most beautiful and unforgiving places in the region. Rain-soaked mornings and frosty banks test my resilience, yet they make me feel more alive. These conditions demand a unique mix of patience, skill, and respect for the water. I often find myself dreaming about the perfect presentation—how my lure or fly will drift seamlessly into a pocket where I imagine the steelhead might be holding. It’s that visualization, that build-up of anticipation, that keeps me coming back.
Some of my greatest fishing memories come from trips with friends to the OP, where the experience has always been about more than just catching fish. It’s about the bond we’ve built wading through rugged riverbanks, sharing stories, and marveling at the natural beauty around us. Even on days when the steelhead proved elusive, the laughter and camaraderie made every moment unforgettable. I still vividly recall evenings spent around a small fire, drying off and reliving the day's adventures. Those moments, filled with connection and appreciation for the sport, are what truly stand out—and what keep me coming back.
As I drive to the river, I can’t help but visualize the spots where steelhead might hold, picturing the tug that will come when everything aligns perfectly. The anticipation alone is worth the trip, and the catch and the picture are just ways to preserve the memory. For me, it’s the "where" and the "how" that matter most. The process, the build-up, and the connection to the river are what make it all so meaningful.
This year, the anticipation is stronger than ever. After what feels like an eternity of waiting—years of closures and countless moments spent daydreaming about the rivers—I’m ready to return to the waters that have shaped me and reconnect with the sport that has given me so much. Thank you, coho, for an incredible fall season. Now it’s time for steelhead. Here’s to making new memories, sharing the water with family and friends, and savoring every cast, every drift, and every breathtaking moment that coastal Washington’s steelhead season has to offer.