got to agree with AuntyM, ya never should a done it! Now you have to spend hours upon hours frezzing your n*#s off trying to catch your next one and then the next one and so on... Soon you will understand how a crack junkie feels, unable to control you actions, lying to your boss about being sick on the days the river drops into shape, no longer able to drive past a river without looking for a new piece of holding water, slobber running down your face every time you pass a drift boat or new sled. You might as well divorce the wife, ship the kids to boarding school, sell the house and use the proceeds to buy every color corky, spoon, jig and plug out there because it is only a matter of time until you start getting the yips, cold sweats, and shakes as you look for that next flash of silver, that run towards the logs, that tell tail pause as your lead is lifted off the river bottom.

Its a sad experience watching grown, resposable adults turn into steelheaders.......