Steelhead are my obsession, my addiction, and like any junky, I’m at a loss to explain exactly why. They goad me when the weathers of spring and fall are at their rankest and, like a knight seeking his Holy Grail—or, perhaps, more like a fool—I’m driven to step out and answer their call. The appeal is complex, but simply put, everything that draws me to flyfishing can be found in chasing steelhead.