At the river on Thursday to watch for salmon and hope for steelhead. Forgot the net. Hook four beautiful trout in the Bridge Run, bring only two to hand, one of the escapees breaks the fly off. One smallmouth. At the glide hook two probable smallmouth, bring none to hand. Stripping in to change flies brings a savage strike and a miss five feet away. Two more strips and while lifting the fly out of the water fish hits it again, snaps it off and takes it with him. Finally, at dusk, at the tailout of the Glide, a salmon or two show up, waking and slapping. The first arrivals at the party.
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