Tom said that the unspoken message of this post was, "Rick I went fishing today, and you didn't" so rather than write something flowery that delicately makes the point I'll just say it.
We headed to the Methow before dawn seeking steelhead and had no success at bridge and fish weren't visible. We went up to Winthrop and fished below the bridge and Tom found this nice cutthroat trout. He thought it might be a small steelhead until he saw the slashes on the throat.
Pretty fish, sunny day, good company. It rarely gets better than this! Of course, Rob didn't catch a fish so the previous sentence implies that he rarely catches fish.