Your reel is screaming, your backing is approaching, a nice bend in your rod, and your wading boots splashing in the cool running waters of that certain creek or river.

A chrome hue fly?s airborne out the water, twisting, turning, and then the re-enter. Another run, head shakes, and then the rugged struggle over boulders and rocks trying to get that fly out its mouth.

Cheeks are red with colour, palms are sweating with from the adrenalin running through your veins, and the white haze in front of your eyes from the warmth of your breath hitting the frigid air.

A true test of will that could last up to 30 minutes maybe even longer, but a memory that will last a lifetime. The only gamble one can take where even the loss feels rewarding.

The dark markings, a pinkish hue through the glistening silver scales, a beautiful specimen that can make an art gallery look vague to some. The one fish that a fly fisher takes great measures to try to bring to hand.

The reward is a great lakes steelhead.