Intoxicants

The smell of black berries fermenting on the vine is sweet and syrupy – the result of daytime temperatures pushing one hundred degrees.  A wall of smoke hangs down in the gorge with a spotter plane and occasional air tanker dropping in low.  The half pounders grab hard and as the night bugs start to sing, so does my reel as a small adult yanks hard and long.  My first adult steelhead on the two-handed rod – small by any standards, but made up for with a hard grab and long, finger rapping run.  He was sitting right in the seam where I had nabbed a few last year and this was my second pass through the run for the evening – one of those nights when I left work with the intent of fishing only one spot at just the right time.  A river to myself, no wind, fish landed and a crescent moon on the horizon coming home after dark.

Air heavy with sweet, syrupy aroma of late summer black berries, still in tee-shirt, the night bugs just starting to sing, and an adult steelhead just released... add in a half dozen half pounders.  Does it get much better than this?
Photos do little here. The air heavy with the sweet, syrupy aroma of late summer black berries, still in tee-shirt, the night bugs just starting to sing, and an adult steelhead just released... add in a half dozen half pounders - Does it get much better than this?

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