Maybe here it is, but not where I come from. For the next six hours I hook fat rainbows to 24 inches, tropical looking grayling, and Arctic char ranging from 16 inches to the obese eight pounder that took me more than ten minutes to coax to the net. I'm not in Alaska. I'm in heaven. And I have four days left.
Life is truly good.
That evening at the lodge I curl up on the couch, in front of the fireplace, for a before dinner nap. As I drift into the arms of Morpheus, I hear little snatches of the conversations around me. Bob won the contest with 36 coho, but he was using bait. We are headed for Butch's tomorrow. I can see that everyone found phenomenal fishing at six different sites.