Well, no salmon dinner tonight. I did hook a 30 inch-er though, which counts in salmon fishing ("Yeah, I hooked 4 and landed six..."). Scared the bejeezus outa me. There's a lot of casting across and downstream and dead drifting flies thru the pools, so, well, your mind starts to wander. But what they say about salmon strikes is true- it's like an electrical shock. I cast, the fly started it's swing, there was a swirl, a massive strike, a rod doubled over, a leap completely out of the water (the fish), and a line gone limp. I could say the leader broke, but I'll tell the truth. The knot let go. I was taken to the woodshed by a fish. Humiliated again by Salmo Salar. Oh well. I'll try again tomorrow.
Pete F
