Spirituality and Steelhead in the Aleutians

When I was about 7 years old, my father surprised me with my first fishing rod, a stout little piece of dark amber-colored fiberglass with a shiny reel attached. After showing me how it worked and letting me practice casting a bit in the front yard, he handed me a can of worms and said, "Let's go f...

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