B.U.,

No, it was one of a half dozen I tied up for the Dean trip. What else am I supposed to do with a sack full of those contraband feathers?

"I was pretty baked that day as I recall, though, so maybe he wasn't fishing gear."

You weren't so baked Dan; just "sparkin' one up" as per usual as I understand.

"Now, I find myself wondering what would happen if while casting a copper spoon or a spinner or twitching a jig for co ho's, a mightly steelhead incedentally happened to climb onto Mr. G's gear..... "

It could happen, but hasn't. The reverse has, whilst casting flies for mighty steelhead, some stupid 'hos have clamped on.

"He'd have to break it off on purpose, then go home and take a shower...put on a fresh ascot and do twelve Hail Coachmans."

Leave it to Toddster to figure out the practical solutions.