My dreams of the elusive "Lunker"

Now that the weather is cooling a bit, I yearn for the rustling of leaves and purring of a stream in motion. I wish to be performing the 10 & 2 count rhythm of my fly rod, watching the hatches and trying to match them so I can hook a beautiful silky wet rainbow trout. Even if I don't keep, to enjoy for dinner, I still hold them long enough to feel their gentle power and enjoy the rich colors that the shining sun highlights, before releasing them back to their home.