One of the men I work with has come to work many a monday grousing about not being able to catch a steelhead.Wed I told him to pack his fishing gear to work.Yesterday we left the job at lunch and went to Riter.I gave him some roe.After about 20 min.he starts yelling Fish,he then landed a crome hen.When day light seemed to be fadeing I hear him yell fish agin,so he landed a bright buck.Myself I did'nt touch a fish.It sure was a hoot to see him catch his first limit.

So centerpin, how does it feel to have ruined his life. Drugs are less addictive than steelhead.