And here's the "catch": When you finish tying your fly in hand dressed in its feathered regalia fit for royalty, you embrace its details having a better appreciation of history. Tuck that fly in your fly wallet as you head to the river with immense hopes of enjoying the run to intercept your quarry. Pacific Northwest steelhead are difficult enough to find with the swung fly, but now you have upped the ante by fishing a pattern that likely has never been fished for steelhead in this river. You tie her on the tippet, momentarily admiring the hook and pattern. It's your last chance to change your mind and return the fly unscathed to your tying office at home. The hesitation lingers only a split second as you resolve that this fly needs to fish. She goes in the flows quartering and searching for her prize. The river feels good, the swings feel good. You think to yourself that even if a fish doesn't find me, at least I fished with a challenge. But this day...the challenge is met...the flyline tightens mid-swing...that perceptible feeling of something alive has grabbed the hook....the fish feels the point and your reel screams. You are taken back to that familiar moment of delight: quite the same feeling of when a child sees the bobber go Down. It's just pure fun at this point. You land that fish and see your fly tied in hand secure in the corner of the steelhead's jaw. You grin as you remove the fly and release the fish back to its watery journey. Clip the matted fly off and slip it back in its wallet none the worse for wear. The fly will never look the same again but now it has a present day story. You may have just fished with "soul".