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A fond early memory of mine is fishing in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan with my father, and hooking a rainbow trout. Just as I pulled it to shore, it spit the hook, and my father jumped into the water and flung it out. It was 20.5". I think I was 5 years old. In the Lake, we call them steelhead, but in the creeks, they are rainbows. They live among the brook trout (brookies), and you know when you hook them. They were a mystical fish to me as a child.