The memory that I will always remember is the time I was fishing the Puyallup river with my Dad, as we did every day off that he had. I don't remember how old I was but very young. I wandered off with my rod and was playing around looking for loose corkies, when I spotted this huge boulder with some really roiling water behind it. I threw my yarn and corkie in there and whoa, my rod about gets yanked out of my hand, the Steelie took off to the middle of the river and starts doing aerial acrobatics with me yelling "Dad" help! I played that fish until I almost had it to the bank and POP, the hook came out. Even though I lost it, it was truly a huge fish that will forever be embedded in my mind.

Steve