FRANK ARMENDARIZ/THE CHRONICLE
I was a freshman at San Jose State University when, on a three-day weekend, I went on what was my very first steelhead fishing trip on the Klamath River in northern California. It was 1973. I had heard about this hard-fighting fish since I was a kid and now I was within a reasonable range.
After driving all night, I found a place to camp on a gravel bar a few miles upriver from the Ishi Pishi rapid. As luck would have it (because believe me . . .