Just wanted to say

steelhead is the baddest, sweetest, most sexified fish on this glorious planet of ours. Thats coming from a dude who tends to like most kinds of fishes. Traveling with some familial types in a tropical destination of their choice right now. Spotted a pod of some 100 bone fish today off a dock, didn't even get my heart beating. Damned steelhead have ruined me. I used to even enjoy bass fishing. Somehow a fish that spends its whole life sitting next to a log growing slovenly fat just cannot stack up to a wild, ocean traveling chromer that spends three years traveling the high seas between the NW and russia.

Somewhere in the North Pacific

Somewhere in the north pacific a big, mean, three salt steelhead is headed for home. With the shortening days comes the irresistible biological fact of reproductive maturity. These fish are bound for sacred waters. In the heart of steelhead country, from the little coastal streams dripping with the maritime rains and wintry mosses to the tremendous, raw and brawling glacial rivers of the Cascade, Olympic and Coast Ranges. These oceanic fish cruise day after day, in no particular hurry. Just below the surface at times, at others making dives to depths to avoid the predators of day, or perhaps to find food themselves. These fish are the oceans perfect traveler, chrome and white, their ocean camoflauge disguises them from enemy and prey alike. Their long, muscular bodies and clear, almost ghostlike fins have traveled thousands of kilometers. All waiting for this year, when they in all their quicksilver brilliance will ascend the rivers of their birth. They're coming, and I'm....waiting.