I remember my first steelhead pretty well. It was my second year living in bellingham, and I had plans to fish with a buddy the next day on the nooksack. The night before, however, I got pretty messed up at a bar, and went home with a girl and did a bunch of cocaine and OxyContin. Between that and the sex, there was zero sleep. Morning came, and I picked up my buddy and later that day I caught a small wild buck on a pink fly I had tied. must have shot a whole roll of film on that fish, man it was a big deal. Must have been a long time ago. I don’t fly fish anymore, the river is usually closed now, and my buddy who took the pictures died in 2010 from heroin. I had talked to him on the phone just the day before he died. We had made plans to fish