Most Memorable Fishing Trip
By cohokid
Cord...Cord. "yeah" I reply ."fishing. get ready" I as stumble down the
stairs at 4:30 in the morning I find something to eat. As I'm eating
thoughts of a mighty steelhead are running through are running though my
head. As we pick up one of my good fishing buddies Matteo at 5:00, we start
talking about fishing, and how we'd all love to hook a mighty steelhead. On
the highway #1 I look into the sky and see that its going to be a clear day.
We arrive at the river at one of our favorite spots at 6:00 and are shocked
to see 1 other person fishing. We talked to him for a while. We fish for a
few hours then wondered down river, then wondered up, then decided to go to
another drive down river. We stop at another favorite spot and are shocked
to see no one in sight, We then proceed to fish. Cast after cast went but
what seemed to be 1000 cast and my float still going through the water nice
and easy. As around 11:30 hits we decide it would be a good time to go to
the truck and get some lunch before heading off to another spot down river
more. We eat and argue were we would like to go. I won and we went to one of
the spots I hate the most, but I always seem to get some fish. We arrive and
I see there is around 4 people there. I talked to one fellow who had already
hooked 2 steelhead in the spot he was in and as we were talking BAM another
one on. The fished quickly took off down river with his center pin
screaming. He comes back and said take my spot, I am going to go. I take his
spot and casting what seemed to be another 1000 casts, and I here a splash
and a big plunk. I look over and see my buddy Matteo that way trying to
cross a little side channel had fallen in. He gets up and he is a pro when
it comes to falling in the river, and isn't even wet. We then start fishing
again. Matteo decides he need to do some business in the bush and goes off
with the might toilet paper. So then I cast and at the end of my drift I
feel a pull. I do a nice set and I big 15+ pound steelhead jumps clear out
of the water. My jaw drops and instantly I say "Fish On" Matteo comes
running out of the bush, "you got one" he replies. I say " yeah" as my heart
is pounding so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My center
pin starts screaming as I watch the fish take off down river. I slowly start
walking down. 10 minutes into the battle and it was still taking off down
river. 5 more minutes go buy and I walk down river a little more to notice
the fish was still taking off down river, but my line is tangled around a
boulder. I then make a decision of a life time. Try to wade out and tangle
it in raging water our break it off. I thought through my head as my center
pin is still getting line pulled off. Then I stop the reel from any
movement. I feel my heart sink into the river, and a pop on my line. It's
gone. All that casting, walking, hiking, tying, has gone down the river. I
then tie up and fish the sport for another hour, and no one more hit. I then
decide time to go home. On the way home I cant sleep as my adrenaline is
still pumping through my blood. I get home and call my friend who didn't
think we would catch anything as it was early in the season. He didn't
belive me that I hooked one this early in the season. The funny thing was it
that he has never been steelheading before and it was January 6th when we
went.
The reason I chose this fishing trip as my most memorable fishing trip is
the fact that it was me and my dad and one of my good buddies out on the
water having good time, passing the jokes. Even though I didn't land the
fish it's still one of my favorite things to do, is to get out away from
school, the city, and head out and just worry about my float and if Matteo
has fallen in the water again.
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