I started fly fishing the Truckee River two years ago this week. I didn’t get her anything, but she got me this:
25″ and change on the tape. Took Doug O’s StoneDaddy for a ride. My saving grace on this fight was that she would explode downstream 25 yards and then bury herself in a pocket, giving me enough time to get downstream of her to keep the game going. This happened 4 times I can remember. She never came out of the water completely but in an effort to hustle she passed through some water only a couple inches deep exposing her back so I knew from that point on what I was dealing with.
I’ve learned not to horse in a fish like this, but I almost erred on the other end of the spectrum. We were both wiped. I know it’s not cool to say this, but my heart was flying and I could feel the adrenaline in my legs. This may be just another fish for many, but for me it was pretty special.