From what was first thought to be a cutthroat trout, it grew. A soft bite, barely any resistance in the first fifteen seconds.
To the fifteen pound range at the first sight of it's silvery side. It went for the bottom and stayed there refusing to show itself again. When it did it cleared the water in an amazing jump, right next to the boat and in Lance's face. I thought it was gone then.
A half hour later it was closer to twenty five. Landed on a steelhead rod and ten pound test. Blood on the boat just behind Lance's left elbow....
One of the reasons people love this upper corner of the country, small rivers with wild salmon that get in the forty pound range, swimming right under you. On their final leg of a five year cycle.
5 comments:
sweeeet one! congrats
misunderestimated....
Hee!
Did you catch that beast just north of Hebo, west of the 101 bridge? There's a nice 1/4mile run there that may have at least one less salmon than before...
Thanks Ridge.
Yup sounds like you know the hole PK :-)
Stoked Gaz. Took ya long enough though.
Lance is gotta boat? Oh those Californians : ))) ))
Have a good Thanksgiving, I'm betting some Salmon will be on the table.
Hasta -
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