The blur, is when the days seem to run together, running around like a chicken that recently had its neck chopped. Getting up far too early and going to bed way too late. While no two days are the same, with a schedule of eat, sleep, fish, they tend to blur into one.
Honestly, I wouldn't trade it for anything, truth.
The river has shown us some exceptional days as well as days where we work our a$$es off for that one rise. What you do with that rise is up to you, let him eat it and enjoy the thrills of what make steelhead the greatest gamefish or jerk-it away from him and hang your head in shame, it's your decision, I've been there too, trust me.
It's a rare case these days when you're surprised when you catch a hatchery fish. There's not many places in the states like the North, probably the only one. Let's keep it that way.
Rich & that black dog named Bo who wants to eat your fish.