"while-one" wrote

So you had to cast across and down, and set the hook when the line
tugged. After a catching a zillion fish, my blood lust was all leaked
out.
I went back to the rented condo in Ketchum, 40 some miles away,
and contemplated the day's events over a glass of good whiskey.


Great story ...thanks


I've often said when asked to pick a favorite hatch/ water, " The second or
third night of the Brown Drakes somewhere below Millionaires Pool on the
HFork. The first day, the big fish don't often key in on the Drakes, the
second night is usually pretty damn good, the third one is the stuff of
dreams. By the forth day the word is out and it's so fricken crowded it's
hard to cast without catching another angler."


I remember a Bow of about ( honest) 25 inches taking me 150 yards downstream
as I wallowed as fast as I could to keep up, in pitch dark. It was all by
feel. I remember saying outloud as he got that close, "This net isn't
big enough!"

I have chills running down my spine NOW as I remember and type !! and I
shook for a long time after I released him. It says something for our
wonderful 'hobby' that it can bring a worn out, cynical, and grumpy old man
to the point of shaking from pure joy and excitement.