North 40 Fly Shop eMagazine July 2016 | Page 5

P.O.W Island is massive. It’s the kind of big that you can’t really imagine till you fly over it or work up the coastline in a ferry. Water was everywhere: from bogs to lakes to dozens upon dozens of creeks that all have steelhead; albeit some run very small, others much bigger. Combine that with limited intel and a truck at our disposal…and we had a week of crazy island exploration ahead of us. Every day we tried to hit a new drainage to keep working through the Rubik’s cube of P.O.W steelhead. Some of the rivers, like the Thorne, had amazing access and others, like Hatchery Creek, were unbelievable slogs through muskeg and deadfall that lead us to unfishable water. EVERY TIME WE LEFT THE TRUCK, WE HAD NO CLUE WHAT WE WOULD FIND AS WE EMERGED FROM THE TRAIL TO THE RIVER. More than once, we got a call on the radio from one of our partners saying he could see steelhead in the creek, but had no way to cast them. The thing was that we’d find a pool in the middle of the rainforest jungle, and the first thought we had as we started into the tannic water was, “If I hook one, then what?” Every once in a while, things would line up. And they were interactions that are impossible to forget. Downstream, we’d see our partner in a cage match with a 15 lb. steelhead. The low water and intimate stream size had made these fish very, very mad. So when we would tussle, within those seconds, they would be stamped onto our brains with a hammer. Just because we went through all the trouble of going to Alaska didn’t mean we caught a lot of fish. In truth, I hooked only a couple all week and the same went for our entire crew. No matter where you go to steelhead fish, success is not always in line with how much effort you give or how far you traveled. Your one-week might not line up with run timing, water conditions, moon phases, or any of the fickle reasons why steelhead are such a mind-bender of a fish. Did you count up the bananas you ate in the last 6 months and divide by 3.14? Neither did I. As the week neared its close, it was clear to me that this place and its fish were in my head. Situated in the Tongass National Forest, it is a natural beauty that is hard to understand unless