Where: The beach
When: Thanksgiving, Friday
Conditions: Partly cloudy, calm at first then windy
Flies used: Dave's Frank Fly, experimental patterns
Species pursued: Resident coho

Song of the day: "Float On," Modest Mouse

Seven-ish on a glorious Thanksgiving morning.

Given certain logistics this holiday, I had the perfect opportunity to enjoy a morning on the Sound before heading home for some turkey and stuffing.

As I looked over the railing, I spotted a handful of jumpers within range.

Rigging up the light spey, I chatted with the Tinders, a fly fishing couple I hadn't seen in quite a while.

They, too, came for a little rezzie action before the day's festivities.

And so did Robbi, Dave, Jay and Jamie--all friends that have been sharing the beaches with me for a number of years now.

Great morning...

great friends...

...and jumping fish; truly things every angler would be thankful for.

Well, that and biting fish. ;)

Jay hooking one of his many victims.

Big and small, fish were abundant.

Things went on like this for a few hours and while I thought would be a shame to leave such good fishing behind, an incoming headwind reeled me back in.

Besides, there was always Black Friday--or should I say Silver Friday? :)

Everyone else was thinking the same thing, including this guy! :)

Despite a mild wind, fishing was productive. Unfortunately, the forecast called for heavy wind later in the day. In this case, it meant later in the morning. :(

Things completely shut down.

I turned to Jamie.

"Oh well, it beats shopping on a day like this, doesn't it?"

He nodded and we walked up the hill, thankful of the few hours we did get to enjoy.