I was getting cabin fever and felt like pretending I was steelheading somewhere up in the Northwest. I couldn't feel my fingers and my morning coffee quickly became an iced latte as it sat on the banks of the great Rio Rojo. A few drifts of the clouser under my makeshift indicator was all it took to get the first hit. Striper are a far cry from steelhead but they will have to do this winter. Indicator switch fishing for winter striper is pretty sweet.
The only casualty of the day (the bottom of my boot). A sure sign it is time for them to retire.