I drove the 20 minutes to the Salmon River, NY on Saturday with high hopes. When I got there it was cold and snowing but undaunted I pulled into the packed parking lot and headed to the stream. When I got there, it seemed that everybody and his brother was fishing so I turned upstream until I no longer encountered any footprints or anglers. I found a nice run and waded into the frigid stream and cast my green egg pattern into the current. Almost immediately my strike indicator went crazy but unfortunatley I missed the hook-up. After about a half an hour with no luck I decided to try one more cast before moving on to another spot. My indicator traveled the path of the original hook-up and went crazy again. This time I set the hook beautifully and the steelhead started its run. Stupid me never checked my fly reel when I was breaking the ice out of my eyelets and wouldn’t you know it my reel was frozen fast! With no way to let out line the fight ended with a quick snap of my leader and tippet. Cursing myself for my newbie mistake I reset my rig and made sure everything was unfrozen before sending everything back out again. Five minutes later I was hooked up again. I could tell by the way that it was fighting that it wasn’t nearly the size of the first fish but beggers can’t be choosers. After I had fought the fish for a few minutes and tired it out I decided to pull out my digital camera and try and get some action shots for a post as a fish tale on Flies And Fins. Mr. Murphy reared his ugly head right then and sent my camera to the bottom of the river! It quickly vanished from view and I instantly saw my own death by my wife as she had paid three hundred dollars for it on my birthday two years ago! Well, I did land the 16 inch fish and as I released it I had the sudden epiphany that my chest waders were no longer water proof! I was soaked to the bone from the waste down and I had not noticed it because of the many layers of clothes that I had been wearing. I sloshed what seemed like 500 miles back to my truck and peeled the waders off, started my truck, cranked the heater and dejectedly drove home. What a day. I am still waiting to tell my wife about the camera!