Here's a clip from an email to a friend from earlier in the week.
"Really nice evening here. Joe came out and we caught both our limits (now at three per person) plus one for Mary's proxy, lost three or four. Cleaned the fish as the moon rose across the river. The air just smelled so rich with fall, and the fish were all really cold and firm feeling, it was a little overwhelming for a Monday night. Sometimes things feel so perfect it's hard to imagine this all real. I'm not gloating, just being in continual awe of this place I guess."