I think it was my second year steelheading and I was into getting to the river WAY before dark to tag my favorite piece of realestate. This particular morning it was raining pretty hard and the river was up a bit but was safe to wade accross to get to MY spot, so I cross the river in anticipation of the fish to come and as soon as I get to glow balling I see a familiar face crossing the river in the same spot I had, about that time the sky opens up and unleashes what was the hardest rain I had ever seen! So me and this other guy stood there and bs'd while waiting out what we thought was a quick down poor. About a half hour later and a $hit load of rain later we start fishing, that only lasted for about an hour because we started to notice how much the river was starting to rise and so we started talking about getting out before the river became to high to cross.

So we head up river to the same spot the we had crossed at before and the guy that had come in after me decided he would lead the way back to the other side, so he starts to shuffle his way into the river and starts to loose his footing and the next thing I know he is starting to float down river, so I grabbed his vest and he got his footing back and we made our way back to the bank.

So here we are, soaked to the bone and trapped on the wrong side of the river...So we decide to hike out throught the woods to find a road/ bridge where we can get to the right side of the river and back to our rigs. To make a long story short we hiked for a few hours through some pretty $hity terrain I was wearing 5mm neoprenes that were full of sweat/water by the time I stripped them off. It was a great day, I didn't drown being stupid!