Been using up every ounce of spare time to ply local steelhead waters this week and have been dragging the V man along for the ride, lest another person should tell me he looks "chunky" (seriously though, the next person that calls my dog fat is getting a size 12 boot laced with tungsten carbide studs to the face. Just sayin'.) Overall results have varied, however on this day we struck gold. Victor likes skippers almost as much as I do and he was really fired up about this one... In all seriousness, it's 65 degrees out right now and it's been raining cats and dogs all day. When the rivers recede I fully expect to see the best fishing of the year to date around here next week. And considering the fact that I'm going to be in Vermont during that time, it's more or less a sure thing.