Last October I was summer Steelhead fishing with my very competitive Brother-in-law. It was just starting to get light as we were walking down to the drift. As we got close to the water, he starts picking up the pace so he would get first cast in the hole. I yelled to him that I'd just simply cast over him. We were both using a bobber/jig outfit. He cast to the top of the drift and I cast about 10 feet further down. Almost immediately my bobber went down. Fish on. The look on his face was priceless. I almost felt sorry for him. Two seconds later his bobber went down. We had a double-header. His fish started down river and mine went up. As we crossed each other I went to high five him but he wouldn't let go of the pole. It was his first Steelhead and he didn't want to take any chances. I landed and released my fish and a few minutes later he belly slid his up on shore, threw down his pole and pounced on it like a cat. He pinned the hatchery hen to the ground and wouldn't let it move. If I only had a video camera.
Mark