Matt Smith, front seat of my cataraft no more than 50 yards from the launch. I told him to drop his nymph rig into that swirling vortex of food collection, he did and WHAM, like I knew what I was talking about. A short minute later I saw that fish run past the boat in about 5' of water, it was massive. Fish of the outing massive. Outfished all the other guys in fish camp massive. Another quick minute later he got a bit aggressive and pop goes the tippet. His hands shook for a good 20 minutes until he could retie his rig. That fish haunts me. It was not mine, but I called it for a buddy, put him on it and it was his first legit steelhead hookup on the fly rod. I don't know if that fish haunts him too, but I sure wanted it in the net for him and I remember that big steelhead rushing past the boat. Did I mention that it was massive? Well, it was massive.