If there was ever a perfect day on the river with good friends, today was the day. We have had days when the fish were bigger and days when the fish were more plentiful but today was very unusual because we all caught limits in a very orderly fashion. Dan landed the first Steelhead about 11:00AM and then Steve hooked a good fish soon after. Steve shouted to me that it was my turn and by golly, I landed the next one. Three for three seemed very fair and it would only be fitting if Dan stepped back up to the plate for the next go around, and he did hook the next Steelhead but it got free right at the net. We figured that that was his turn and Steve was next, which he was, landing another bright 7 lb fish. The joke was on now and it was my turn and wham, I scored again. Steve and I sat down and dug into the lunch box watching closely as it was Dan's turn to finish out our limits. After a half dozen casts, Dan found the sweet spot just upstream of a big rock and his float instantly disappeared but popped back up. I barked out something vocal that was unintelligible which was easily interpreted as: you missed him dummy. That fish must have been on a suicide mission because a few seconds later he inhaled Dan's Copperjohn fly and the fight was on. There couldn't have been a better ending when Dan's second fish came to the net. What a great day on the water.
