O. mykiss irideus psychosis

After a week of chasing these strong, smart, aggressive, big, beautiful fish, I only want more.

It rained until the river flooded and became unfishable, and I still fished. Steelhead are a fever. I was infected the moment this fish smacked my fly. Each strike was heart stopping; each lost fish was heart breaking. But missed chances are chances, and I allowed myself to freeze and face dangerous waters for more chances. Every fish brought to hand was hard fought and harder won.

I wouldn't say I'm addicted, but I am.