Randy Riksen Photography
Spring Steel
Hi, I'm Randy and I'm a "Steelhead Addict."
My addiction has become uncontrollable. I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat screaming "FISH ON! I couldn't take it anymore! I had to get out and feed my addiction! YES! I admit it! I had a relapse today! As an addict, I have that one special "run" I go to, to get my "FIX". On those days when I need it most, my run always "hooks" me up with the fix I need. I watched six other so called "addicts" trying to get a fix in my "special place." As the last two left, I slid in right behind them and put the final touches on my rig. After about 10 minutes, the shakes had gotten so bad, I knew the only temporary cure for my addiction would be found in the right drift. I knew where the source of my addiction was hiding. It was only a matter of time before I would float my flies in the right drift. With a Snap-T spey cast, I placed my rig in the bubble line. I threw the big mend for a drag free drift. My indicator swirled around with current . . . Slam - my indicator disappeared into the deep. . . I swung my TFO Switch down river and up to set the hook! The source of my addiction darted out of the river thrashing it's head back and forth in an attempt to spit the orange and chartreuse egg I had used to trigger his strike. After a few minutes I carefully turned him towards the riverbank. With a tail grab, I landed him.
My name is Randy, and I am ADDICTED to Steelhead!
I come home, and I want more! I must feed this addiction of mine! There is no known cure! The pull on the end of the line serves only as a temporary fix!
If you're not a Steelhead Addict, this little story will probably lack a little emotional attachment. If you're an addict like me, get to a river. . . Feed the addiction within! Until the next fix. . .
Spring Steel
Hi, I'm Randy and I'm a "Steelhead Addict."
My addiction has become uncontrollable. I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat screaming "FISH ON! I couldn't take it anymore! I had to get out and feed my addiction! YES! I admit it! I had a relapse today! As an addict, I have that one special "run" I go to, to get my "FIX". On those days when I need it most, my run always "hooks" me up with the fix I need. I watched six other so called "addicts" trying to get a fix in my "special place." As the last two left, I slid in right behind them and put the final touches on my rig. After about 10 minutes, the shakes had gotten so bad, I knew the only temporary cure for my addiction would be found in the right drift. I knew where the source of my addiction was hiding. It was only a matter of time before I would float my flies in the right drift. With a Snap-T spey cast, I placed my rig in the bubble line. I threw the big mend for a drag free drift. My indicator swirled around with current . . . Slam - my indicator disappeared into the deep. . . I swung my TFO Switch down river and up to set the hook! The source of my addiction darted out of the river thrashing it's head back and forth in an attempt to spit the orange and chartreuse egg I had used to trigger his strike. After a few minutes I carefully turned him towards the riverbank. With a tail grab, I landed him.
My name is Randy, and I am ADDICTED to Steelhead!
I come home, and I want more! I must feed this addiction of mine! There is no known cure! The pull on the end of the line serves only as a temporary fix!
If you're not a Steelhead Addict, this little story will probably lack a little emotional attachment. If you're an addict like me, get to a river. . . Feed the addiction within! Until the next fix. . .