IF you swing flies for coastal Steelhead in the lower 48 or you have ever hunted the one, big, brown trout all fall; throwing big ol’ streamers no matter what, even in the face of your compadres giggling as they set the hook on the umpteenth nice-but-not-what-you’re-looking-for fish then you get it. Like Big Foot, you gotta believe, and that is usually built on some previous occasions for hope.

While out filming Ronnie Roseman playing some of his songs, a passerby heard us mention the word "bigfoot" and had a great story to share.