Fishing and Hunting News got me pumped up to try and hook a steelhead so on Saturday mornings my mom used to drive me and my buddy down to the Nisqually early in the morning and leave us there all day to hike up and down the river from the old bridge. In 1979 I was fourteen, clear sunny day March'ish if I remember. I was throwing a metallic red corkie with pink yarn and I kept getting a weird rap at the end of the swing against some rip-rap. Third swing in a row I decided that must be a fish- I set the hook and the rod almost leapt from my hand. I had tightened the drag to break off a snag earlier and forgot to loosen it back up. A little fire drill and I got lucky. I have been hooked ever since.