I suffer from a serious addiction. My drug of choice? Chasing steelhead migrations across the Great Lakes. When autumn rains bring the first hint of fall steelhead, I’m off to cure my summer withdrawal symptoms. By the time late winter turns to early spring, I am strung out on Mykiss like a hippie backpacking through Amsterdam. I crave the pursuit of these silver bullets as they undergo their magical migrations. The ultimate high for me comes at the start of snowmelt. Road tripping the Great Lakes coasts during the period of early spring migration takes up all of my available free time from early March to mid April. Lakes Superior, Huron, Erie, Michigan and Ontario have all been destinations on the sort of pilgrimages undertaken by myself and my steelhead junkie buddies. Being homegrown Ontario lads, we seem to relish the fact that the
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