This past Thursday I fished it for the first time this year. It started out like a typical day, pulling out rainbows from 8-10 inches from all the typical water you would expect to catch fish in during the winter. I was enjoying myself and trying to focus on my nymphing technique, to clean up a few of my bad habits. Its in these moments after falling into a routine of pulling in small fish when you are the most susceptible to surprise. That's exactly what happened when the rainbow pictured above slammed my flies. It oppened my eyes right up the way a splash of cold water to the face in the middle of winter would have. Its not the biggest rainbow in the world, or probably even the biggest in the Narrows, but coinciding with the warm winter day, it was simply a beautiful fish on a beautiful day that is now lodged into my memory for good. I love how fly fishing has the ability to shape unforgettable memories out of a typical moment, on a typical river, with an untypical fish (for the Narrows anyway). What a great moment!