IT’S ONE THING to have written a book on steelhead flyfishing. It’s another thing to have written book. Trey Combs did, twice. First came his 1976 classic, with the not-kept-wet steelhead lying dead in the grass on the cover (the ’70s were different). Combs followed that up in 1991 with the cultish which was devoured more than in every West Coast campground for a generation. His latest is , published in
