HEAVY...

The fly stopped mid swing and everything got heavy.

Heavy for the fish.  Instantly I new that this was a giant, a class of steelhead many spend their lifetimes looking for.  It was having it's way with me and to paraphrase Gierach I felt like I was standing in a river holding a tiny stick.

Heavy for this the state of our region's steelhead populations.  The numbers suck and I would be remiss to say that I am extremely worried for the future.  Would I have a time to interact with a fish like this again?

Heavy in my breathing.  When you havent had a grab in 2 months, you can feel a bit....nervous when you're in the thick of it

Did I mention the fish was....Heavy.  For a solid 5 minutes, it chugged along in the the middle of the run and my 14 ft 9 wt was to the cork.  Bent.   I could barely move it

Heavy like a weighted jacket, the situation hung on me.  The tail came out of the 37 degree water and my father's audible gasp told the story.   This was the biggest fish I've ever had the chance to connect with.

The runs shortened and the end game was at hand. The buck finally turned over signaling defeat and OMR dipped his hand into the water in ready position for the tail grab.

"Oh my god, would you look at that....."

At that point, I couldnt hear anything else.  My Najinsky was at hand.

The weight of everything was right there, staring back at me.  I thanked everything I could think of and released that heaviness back into the river.