My uncle and Dad would take me to Goldstream as a teen. My uncle showed me all the good lies but I never caught a thing. Then one snowy day, my Dad suggested that we go out and give it a try.
I was fishing a small pool behind a drop off below the highway bridge where the river moves away from the road but before you get to the main parking lot. Slipped a gob of roe onto my hook, hung my rod out over the river and fed the line down into the shallow pool (<3ft deep). Well faster than you could say fish-on!!, the rod tip dropped and I struck, launching the fish clear out of the water and onto the rocks beside me. A couple of whacks up side of the head with a rock and it was all over. I proudly carried my 6 lb steelhead out of the bush to the roadside trail and proceeded downstream to find my Dad. That was my first ever steelhead and the only one I've ever caught from that river.
I live fairly close to there and still go down to the river every once in a while just to take a look around. As a matter of fact, I was down there yesterday, just getting some fresh air, taking a look around, and reminising about my Dad and uncle,(who've both passed on now) and kind of thanking them in my own little way. They're the ones that taught me about steelhead, conservation, and countless other important things related to the outdoors.
Thanks for posting.
Seafood, eat it, then catch more.