Was fishing this week on some of the Peninsula Rivers not expecting to catch any Steelhead. After 3 days of Spey casting and stepping down the River, I got into that Zen state where all else disappears. Suddenly that magic happened and this chrome-bright hen erupted from the water. All my training went out the window. Instead of letting her take the fly and run, I yanked it out of her mouth. Nonetheless, I felt fulfilled. A beautiful Thanksgiving day on a wonderful River with a gift from the River Gods. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest man alive. HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all!