I would guess we started fishing around 6:45am and it wasn't long until I had my first bite, but it wasn't a keeper (it was a baby fish). See I grew up fishing with my dad on small streams, but nothing as big as the Russian River. We didn't have a boat growing up so most of my fishing was from the bank of a lake or stream.
After fighting the fish I finally saw him. He got close to the boat but darted the other direction. Every time I thought I had won the fight he took off. Thankfully my buddy Frank knows how to row a boat and when the fish took off upstream he rowed upstream to keep me close. We had another guy with us, Gino, who netted the fish for me. It was an amazing feeling holding this fish in my hands! After reeling him in, my hands were shaking from the adrenaline rush!
|Another picture showing my joy of landing this fish!|