I FINALLY STARTED SEEING LOTS OF BUGS ON THE RIVER, AND THE FISH ARE EATING. GOT A FREAK ON A BLACK COPPER JOHN THAT RAN ME AT LEAST A HUNDRED YARDS DOWN THE RIVER. I FELT LIKE I WAS STEELHEADING, RUNNING DOWN STREAM WITH MY ROD ABOVE MY HEAD, TRIPPING OVER ROCKS. MY HEART RACING A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR AND BETWEEN THE SIZE OF THE TROUT AND THE BOULDERS IN THE RAPIDS THE 5X I WAS FISHING SNAPPED AND OL SNORT WAS A MEMORY. THAT WAS WITHOUT A DOUBT ONE OF THE BIGGEST TROUT I HAVE EVER GOTTEN INTO. YOU CANT LAND EM ALL I GUESS, BUT I DID MANAGE A COUPLE MORE THAT EVENING ON YELLOW STONES.
any fish that plays a part in snapping a rod is worthy of a fish story. Wish you could have landed it but its still out there for next time. Good job
ReplyDeletethankfully it was the leader and not the rod.
ReplyDeleteNice blog, didn't even no about it. Nice boat. You good on the sticks? How can you get skunked through the miracle mile?
ReplyDeletewelcome and thanks,i have no excuse for myself.
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