We watched every rod bend on the boats that ran, which was agony, until Williams spotted a boil off the bow. Then another. And another. In an instant, 60 bulls with their mouths agape were swimming right at me. It took 15 minutes to get the first one to the net. At 32 pounds, it was the biggest red I’d ever caught on a fly. As Williams revived it for the release, he looked at me and said, “These fish are the reason I wake up in the morning, man.” I understood, but felt bad because soon they’d be gone, and he’d be hitting the big-red snooze button for 12 long months.