In 1960 or 1961 when I was 12 years old. We went up to the Washougal River and I ran into my cousin. He said that steelhead were in and that I was guaranteed to catch one. I had never caught one before. About my third or fourth cast with a spoon, the fish was on. It came out of the water and walked on it's tail. It shook it's head, and stripped line off of the reel run after run. I finally got it up to the bank, but had no where to land it due to the depth of the water. I decided to lift it out of the water even though my cousin said NO! He was right. The line snapped and the fish swam slowly away with the spoon still in it's mouth. I'm 56 years old now, have been hooked on fishing ever since. I will carry the image of this beautiful, huge fish in my mind until the day I die.