It all started pretty typical. The main difference was that we didn't leave the house until 2pm, which is a pleasant change from the early morning trips. Although, this did make me skeptical, I thought for sure we wouldn't get anything because we left so late in the day. The weather was also changing. For those of you non-fishertypes that is usually bad news for fishing. We were prepared with our GIANT rain suits. It was my dad, my younger sister, and I. We had enough junk food packed to last the whole weekend. The vanilla oreos were defiantly a hit!
This is us as we first got out on the water. Notice how we are dry and still in normal clothing.
About a half hour into fishing....it happened...the moment I had been waiting for all these years! My rod tip nose dived to the water. I leapt into action, grabbing the pole from its holder and yanking it back to "set the hook". With adrenaline pumping, I fought that fish to the death. It jumped out of the water about 3 times. I was a little shocked to see how big it was when it did that. I didn't think I'd have the strength to reel it in.
Getting closer...
Finally in the net! What a relief! At this point my arms are about to fall off. My hands feel blistered, but hey...I GOT A FISH!!! Whooohoooo! Totally worth it!
Alright, so then starts the interesting conversation....my dad says, "well we need to decide if we'll keep it or if you want to throw it back." I was like....uh.....duh...why would I want to throw it back? Apparently, it's what you would call a tooley (?spelling?)...meaning it was getting ready to spawn soon. That is what explains the redish color on it's belly. The only downside of this is that the meat is sometimes not as good to eat. After about 3 min. I decided to keep it....there was no way I was gonna throw back my first (and probably only) salmon ever. So we kept him! I'm still proud of my 2nd class fish. He was after all, 30 lbs!!!!
A couple of hours later, my sister Bree had a very similar experience. She fought her fish for quite some time. It took lots of line and we had to chase it down in the boat. Eventually, we got it into the net. About 28lbs! Another giant fish! Her fish, however, was first class. It was all silver and beautiful. It will be a good tasting fish. Can't wait to eat it!
My dad then decided he would gut the fishies out on the river to avoid bringing the mess home with us. So we had to take some pictures with them before they were all cut up. Here we are...trying desperately not to drop them. They were soooo heavy! Not to mention slimy and bloody too!
Overall, we had a great time out fishing with dad! It was definately an unforgettable trip!
2 comments:
holy cow! those fish are HUGE! i'm impressed. i didn't know you were a fisherwoman. :)
My dad is the fisherman. I used to go along alot more often before I went off to college.
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