It didn't matter if we fished in rain, mist, or sun, Ross always had an internal smile that made people want to be around him. The day I caught the above fish, I knew something extremely important had happened in my life. I didn't know that among Columbia River tribes, catching one's first salmon was a rite of passage. I nailed the salmon’s head to a Douglas fir in my backyard.
Ross taught me to kill fish quickly and cleanly without anger, in a way I would desire to be killed if I were the fish.