Post by salmo on Dec 14, 2007 22:39:04 GMT
Have you ever caught a fish that you felt belonged to someone else? It sounds like a daft question so bear with me.
I took a friend fishing in Alaska and he was always claiming how lucky I was. He had fished for Kings for a couple of years running and always blanked. He used the tourist style huge lures that are used on the Kenai and never even had a nibble so I suggested he use some smaller lures and I set him up with some very small spin n glow lures for Kings.
Anyway he looked on with desolation as I returned my 4th king salmon in the morning of one trip on the Talkeetna River at Clear Creek. You can take 1 King per day so if you kill a fish you are supposed to stop fishing for the day, so people often practice CR and then kill one fish at the end of the day. He was astonished that I returned such fresh fish and by midday the fishing went off the boil.
After lunch he trudged off despondently around the corner and hooked a played a really nice fish that eventually took his line around a huge submerged stone and his line broke. Now he was really pissed off. The silence was deafening. Hew as tired and wanted to pack up for the day but I persuaded him that we should fish on a bit.
We were due to get a river taxi back to Talkeetna landing and being a real stickler for time keeping he lvolunteered to change the booking. He left his spot on the river so that he could intercept the boat if it showed up for us arrange for a later boat.
I thought I would have a few casts near the submerged rock while he was gone. In the 10 minutes he was away I landed a King which was a superb fresh fish of 25 lbs and I was amazed to find that it had not only 1 but 2 of my lures in its mouth. I could hardly believe my luck I had just caught the fish he had lost less that 30 minutes before and I was feeling really embarrassed when he showed up at the river and asked me how it was going.
I had a hard job explaining that to my pal how it was complete luck but he took the news like a seasoned battle general and just shook his head from side to side and said " you jammy b@st@rd" ;D
It all ended well he went back in for 'just one more cast' and caught his first King. It broke his new rod and he still got it in. It was a bit of a kipper and had lost some weight but it fought well and weighed in at 27 lb. I have never seen a grin as wide as he had.
salmo
I took a friend fishing in Alaska and he was always claiming how lucky I was. He had fished for Kings for a couple of years running and always blanked. He used the tourist style huge lures that are used on the Kenai and never even had a nibble so I suggested he use some smaller lures and I set him up with some very small spin n glow lures for Kings.
Anyway he looked on with desolation as I returned my 4th king salmon in the morning of one trip on the Talkeetna River at Clear Creek. You can take 1 King per day so if you kill a fish you are supposed to stop fishing for the day, so people often practice CR and then kill one fish at the end of the day. He was astonished that I returned such fresh fish and by midday the fishing went off the boil.
After lunch he trudged off despondently around the corner and hooked a played a really nice fish that eventually took his line around a huge submerged stone and his line broke. Now he was really pissed off. The silence was deafening. Hew as tired and wanted to pack up for the day but I persuaded him that we should fish on a bit.
We were due to get a river taxi back to Talkeetna landing and being a real stickler for time keeping he lvolunteered to change the booking. He left his spot on the river so that he could intercept the boat if it showed up for us arrange for a later boat.
I thought I would have a few casts near the submerged rock while he was gone. In the 10 minutes he was away I landed a King which was a superb fresh fish of 25 lbs and I was amazed to find that it had not only 1 but 2 of my lures in its mouth. I could hardly believe my luck I had just caught the fish he had lost less that 30 minutes before and I was feeling really embarrassed when he showed up at the river and asked me how it was going.
I had a hard job explaining that to my pal how it was complete luck but he took the news like a seasoned battle general and just shook his head from side to side and said " you jammy b@st@rd" ;D
It all ended well he went back in for 'just one more cast' and caught his first King. It broke his new rod and he still got it in. It was a bit of a kipper and had lost some weight but it fought well and weighed in at 27 lb. I have never seen a grin as wide as he had.
salmo