I'm pretty new to the fly fishing game...been at it just over a year. So far I've been skunked in the salt for the 5 or 6 times I've tried, and my luck in the rivers hasn't been much better; although I did manage to pull in a little cutty from the Taylor last year. Now, in my defense, I don't get a whole lot of time on the water, given that I'm a full-time dad to a 16-month-old, but I have to say that I was starting to doubt my abilities (or at least the trout-holding capacity of our local rivers). All that changed today. I had a few hours free, so I decided to hit up my favorite stretch of the SF. Popped into Orvis in Bellevue to grab a pair of neoprene socks so I could wet-wade, and then bee-lined up the 90. I was a little bit disappointed when I arrived at my spot, as there were a bunch of other vehicles parked there, but it proved to be a non-issue. I had the whole stretch to myself. I slathered myself up with a little sunscreen, and then started my march up the river. I hit up all sorts of 'fishy' looking spots; under branches, bottoms of riffles, deep pools, etc., but I wasn't getting much action. Things started to heat up as I moved up the river. Eventually I found a couple of deeper pools where I was getting strike after strike, but no hook-ups. I finally managed to get a fish on, but alas, the dink managed to shake my fly. I wondered whether I was throwing too large a fly (#14) so I stepped down to a 16 to see if my luck would improve. In fact, it seemed like the strikes were fewer. I eventually got to a point where I thought I needed to turn back, so I swapped out back to a #14 caddis and started my way back downstream. Well what can I say. Another day on the river turned into the best fishing day of my life. I hit the same pools where I'd been getting fruitless strikes earlier, but now it seemed like I couldn't lose. I managed to get this little brookie to hand, along with a few other dinks: But then, as I was making my way back to the car, it happened...I dropped my fly into a seem and saw a quick flash, and then I realized I had one of those mythical SF fish on the line! When I look at the picture in retrospect, the fish doesn't seem that large. But then I remind myself where it was caught. I feel like I landed a trophy! He certainly put a bend in my 3wt. As I made my way back towards the car I made a few more casts and had a few more strikes, and another brookie to hand, but I eventually lost my fly to the current and decided to call it a day. Maybe to some it may seem to be run-of-the-mill. But as a novice angler, bringing 5 fish to hand (even if they are mostly dinks) in one afternoon is enough to fuel a lifetime of passion for this sport!