TR Strange happening on the CT River

I just got returned from a weeklong trip to the Upper CT River in
Pittsburg, NH. Weather started off hot and humid, but soon turned cold
and stormy. Air temps after Tuesday struggled to hit 50 degrees and
heavy rain showers were frequent. I have been fishing this area for a
long time, so I came equiped for anything, and wasn't disappointed.
Actually, Monday, the second day, was quite good. BWO's began hatching
around mid morning followed by Sulphurs in the afternoon, with a decent
spinner fall at dusk. I managed about 20 trout ranging from 9" to 14"
and 5 salmon from 12" to 14", most on dries with a few on a #18 PT
Nymph.

Then the heavens opened up and the freakin' A/C went on maximum
overdrive. The water level steadily climed from an ideal 150 CFS on
Monday, to 200 on Tuesday, all the way to 400 on Wednesday, but
remained clear. Fishing became....umm...challenging, but not
impossible. I caught fish every day, employing the use of heavily
weighted flies and tungsten putty. The highlight came on Wednesday when
I hooked and landed a three pound brookie in really high water.

Then came Thursday. Water still at 400, raining like hell, air temp at
50. I had come up with a rig that was proving effective in the high
water....a tandem rig with a weighted Conehead Wooly Bugger as the
"main" fly, with a smaller "fly du jour" as the point fly. At one point
I had an SJ worm on as the point fly, and was dredging bottom, when I
had a hard hit. I set the hook and felt the unmistakeable throbbing
head shake of a heavy fish. As I applied pressure, he ran about 50'
downstream, and sulked on the bottom. I was able to slowly gain line to
the point where he had moved back to approximately the point where I
hooked him. At this point, it looked like I might actually land him, no
small feat under these conditions, (following him was not an option in
the high water), and my second really big fish in as many days. Just
then, I felt a drag on the line, as if the fish had hung me up on a
snag. I fed him some slack, hoping he'd free himself, (it's worked for
me before), but no go this time. When I applied pressure to him again,
he bolted downstream, taking me into my backing, and continuing to run,
while I still could feel the drag. At this point, I conceded defeat,
pointed the rod at him, and snubbed the line. He broke off immediately,
but as I reeled in the now slack line, I felt movement on the other
end. Could he still be on? I'm not that lucky. What was on the other
end was a 10" rainbow, who had eaten the Wooly Bugger, apparently while
the larger fish was hooked on the SJ Worm. What was the big fish? Hard
to say. My guess was another big brookie, but with the water that high,
it could have been a big brown or a laker up from Lake Francis. Anyhow,
that's the sort of thing that keeps me going back to that area each
June. Some years, like last year, are pretty mundane. Perfect water
conditions, hatches every day, and large quantities of average fish.
But every now and then, the water level comes up and strange things
happen.

BTW, any of you guys have stories about doubles?