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How The Big One Got Away ... Everyone Has A Fish Story and we would like to publish yours in this section and in our newsletter. If you have a favorite story you would like to share, please submit on the form below. We can't wait to hear from you! |
Fish Stories... :
In early April of 2001, fishing with my brother-in-law, T. Lawler from Colorado , our guide Michael pulled into the "duckblind" channel. It was a cold, overcast day and spitting snow. There were a great amount of midges on the water and we tied on a midge cluster pattern. I proceeded to catch about 20 fish in a couple hours on dry flies. These fish were all 16-20". It was the finest dry fly fishing of my life. J. Fergusen, Montana
I was fishing 2 miles from the dam on the Bighorn
River when the biggest brown trout that I had ever seen was on my line. When I almost had
him in the boat, my line snapped and took my perch rapala. The trout was about 11
pounds. I was so mad I threw my pole in the water.
My girl friend and I were drifting the 3 miles to the Bighorn takeout section in late July 2000. We saw a nice looking side channel where we pulled over to fish a light BWO hatch. The water was low and clear and I saw a couple of nice rainbows sipping duns at the head of the riffle. I put a few casts in their lanes but they would not take them. Then out of the corner of my vision I saw some movement. There was a very nice bow hanging tight to the bank with some overhanging cover allowing it to feel safe to just sip those bwo's one after another. My heart started to race. I had just switched to a 6x tippet and a size 20 bwo imitation. After just one false cast, my cast dropped that fly about a foot and a half in front of him and right in its feeding lane (there must have been divine intervention because I can produced a cast like that only 1 out of 100 times). Time slowed down, as I watched that fish come up so casually and sip my fly in. I set the hook and the fight was on. I knew I had to keep that fish from getting out in the main current which was accessible to it if he ran downstream about forty yards. But I had 6x tippet on and I am an AK amputee and wear a prosthetic limb so I couldn't chase it nor horse it. Meanwhile I'm yelling to my girlfriend; "Quick bring the camera I don't think I can land this fish. It's a big one". I played that fish for 15 minutes and did land it finally. Both my girlfriend and I were ecstatic. I couldn't wait to show my buddies the pictures while I bragged. Well, when we got the pictures back there was a couple of great shots of the beautiful 22 1/2 inch rainbow being held by someone who had only forearms and waders. My buddies ragged me big time when I tried to convince them I was the mystery fisherman holding that big trout. M. Lucchesi, Minnesota
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