Having been born and raised a steelheader I never would have thought it would have such a large impact on the course of my life. There have been numerous things that have taken priority over the years but I always seem to navigate back. In the last 5 years it has it has evolved from a hobby to an obsession. I cost me a 6 year relationship, a 2800 sf house. But these days when I step into the cool water in search of early summer chromers it all seams insignificant. I now sit here on mom's couch contemplating heading back to college at 29, looking for the next step in my journey. All I really want to do is pull on my damp waders and wet a line. Why did no one tell me what I was getting myself into when I started swinging for steelhead.
