Most Memorable Fish

[sherretb]

Just got done reading the first fish posts (really enjoyed them) and was curious what you all would say your most memorable fish was. I realize that, like just about everything, this has probably been asked before. However, maybe you have caught a more memorable fish since the last time you posted.

I know most guys on here fly fish, and a lot of those fly fish exclusively, but if you have an awesome story that envolves, say a spinner, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you posted it.

OK- so here it goes:

Probably my most memorable fishing experience happened two summers ago. I had been doing an intership as part of my engineering education at OSU and this was the first summer in about 12 yrs. that I hadnt been on my father's commercial fishing boat in Alaska. The internship pretty much sucked and all I could think about most of the summer, per habit, was fishing. As a result of internet research, I found out that the Deschutes would be about prime between when I got off from my internship and when OSU started back up again. I had never fished it before (or summer steelhead at all) but I excitedly decided that I would go for a multiple day trip during that time.

Well the time came and unfortunately, my car’s transmission went out. This was very discouraging; I was ready to fish! I didn’t have the money to have it fixed so I bought a used transmission and took about three days to fix it myself. I was now getting dangerously close to the start date of school but I didn’t care. My car rolled out of the garage and strait towards the mouth of the D. Along the way my girlfriend begged me not to go as well as my roommates. They were all going to be hanging out / partying and wanted me to do the same. I couldn’t have cared less. --I think everyone on here can relate.

I got to the mouth of the D around sunset. It was a beautiful evening and I was determined to hike up the trail until I could fish alone in the morning. I was very lucky that there was about a ¾ moon as most of my hiking took place after dark. It felt so liberating to just be walking along by myself in the dark with hours of awesome fishing ahead and NO CELL PHONE! I woke up (about 5 mi up river) and grabbed my fly rod. I had never swung flies before (or fished with anyone who had), only indicator/egg fished on the coast. I was able to gather some info on the internet and local fly shops and put that to use. Well I swung most of the morning with no luck. And the more I did it, the more I lost faith. I had no idea if I was casting correctly in the right places and the more I thought about it, the less likely it seemed that I steelhead would see my little green but skunk, only inches below the surface, and come up and grab it. (Exclusive fly guys stop reading now)

After fishing all morning I was starting to get a little discouraged and as I was alone, I didn’t even have anyone to complain to. I reluctantly switched over to my spinner outfit and started casting Blue Fox. As the day wore on I began to regret being a jerk to my friends and leaving them to go out alone. The big D seemed more and more intimidating; nothing like the coastal rivers that I had fished before. Soon I was down in the dumps, thinking I had no hope. I didn’t stop fishing though and began to think about my situation. It was about two or three in the afternoon, the water was well lit by the sun. I decided to focus my efforts on the fast moving water shaded by white water. AND THEN IT HAPPENED! In a back eddy of a large chute, my first summer steelhead grabbed the spinner. By time I landed it I was shaking so hard I almost fell in the water. And best of all I felt victorious. I had won.

That evening I landed another fish and the next morning I had one on but lost it.

I will never forget that fish or that whole trip. It felt so good to go out on a new river all by myself and be successful. (even if it wasn’t swinging a fly)

[thefishslayer]

My uncle is in the Air Force and is currently in Iraq. Two summers ago, i really got to get to know him. I am only 14 and he had set up a charter boat for his son(my cousin) me, him, and my grandpa. We got on out of depoe and right off the bat i got a little dink. Then my cousin got a nice one, and then it happened. I was watching my rod intently and it started pounded. My uncle got it out of the holder and made sure the fish was on. He handed me the rod and with the help of a soldier, i caught my first coho. It was the best day of my life. I didnt really care that i caught that fish, i am just glad that i got to share a great experience with a man that is serving our country.
I wish i knew the boat so i could call him up and say thank you:meme:

[358norma]

I have two. First one was my first BIG winter steelhead. Caught it with a pink/white beau mac jig with pink worm threaded. Hooked in the boulder patch on the siletz river with my dad while home on leave from the navy. 2001 if I remember right.

Second one was last September at the pipeline run above macs canyon. 3/4 of the way through the run I'm bored and decide to try my skating caddis. Three or four cast later a huge boil forms under my fly followed by a tail slap like a rifle shot. Instantly tight to a very ****** off, very large steelhead. Halfway through my backing I crank the drag and shove my rod as deep as I can into the water. Fish stops with my spool showing through the last remaining wraps of Dacron. Slowly work her back up, she burnt herself on the first run so pretty uneventful from there. Turns out to be an above average 2 salt hen, 12lbs or so. Not the biggest or brightest fish I've caught but no question the coolest!

[NCL]

As I thought about this question several fish came to mind. My first thought was my first steelhead on a fly rod. I had made 10 trips to the Trinity without a fish, others I was fishing with had hooked up but not me. I decided I wasn't going to give up until I hooked one of those elusive nonexistent steelhead. I was fishing a hole with a couple of other guys, actually a grandfather, son and grandson. The son came up to me and said he had told his dad (the grandfather) not to crowd the hole but he had Parkinson's so "please" forgive him for getting to close. I told him no big deal as I just fish for steelhead, I don't catch them. He then told me he had about 15 to hand already that season. Yeah, that really made me feel better. Anyway, he hands me a glo-bug and says it is his special tie and works very well. I tied in on (I know your thinking it worked) and fished it for a short time. I just didn't have that much confidence in a glo-bug even though I have used them many times on spinning gear so I changed to a Mercer Psycho Prince. The next cast I hooked my first steelhead on a fly rod. The son then yelled to me, "see I told you that glo-bug would work", I didn't tell him I had changed flies. So I guess that is my most memorable fish or is it the steelhead I caught last week, well that is another story.

[PharmFisher]

My most memorable fish does not involve a Steelhead maybe because I HAVEN'T CAUGHT ONE YET!!!! I won't give up though, fly or die One of the most memorable trips that I have taken is on the South Fork of the White River in the White River National Forest in Colorado. Just before we moved from Colorado to come here I wanted to go camping at this river. It is 18 miles of roadless river, with every cast producing fish. I remember two fish from that trip: one was a 19 inch cutthroat that came up and slammed my elk hair caddis taking line out from my 3 weight. The other one was a nice 17 inch rainbow I caught in this really nice drift. He actually came up and jumped over my caddis the first time clearing the water completely. I recasted and this time he made his mark and took my fly down. All this with only my wife and I around fishing. It was two days of the best fishing anyone could ask for.

[TillamookChinook]

Fourth of July about five years ago. We were returning to Portland from Eastern Oregon and it was just before dark as we approached the Deschutes. There was just enough time to walk upstream to a nice eddy and get in a few casts before total darkness. Just enough light to see the strike on the size 16 deer hair caddis as it bumped along the seam of the eddy. When I lifted the rod tip the fish went out into the main current and stripped off line well into the backing before it even slowed down. It seemed like probably the biggest fish I had ever hooked on the "D".

After several rounds of reeling some line in and letting some run out, I finally got the fish into the eddy and banked it on the sand. Only 16" redside, but what a great fight.

By then it was dark, and there was literally fireworks going off into the night sky from the various towns along I-84 on the way home. Obviously, people were saluting my fine fish.

TC

[6x6xBow]

It was the day before I left Alaska to move back to Oregon in 1991. My last fishing trip in my 12-ft. Achilles with a 15-horse Johnson. I was about a mile off the Deep Creek beach when I hooked a big halibut. It weighed in at 230 pounds. My boat and motor weren't powerful enough to get back to shore with the fish in the water and tied to the front and back of the boat. The tide was racing up Cook Inlet and I kept getting further from shore because the fish was acting like a sail under the water. I finally had to pull the fish into the boat so I could get the boat on plane. The fish was over 6 ft long and the boat was only 12 ft. We made quite a spectacle coming to the beach with that giant halibut draped all over the boat and my fishing partner and I crammed into either end. My last Alaska fish was a memorable one, for sure.

[dartonvpr]

Actually my most memorable catch was an 8' Bull shark. If you've never been attached to a live shark, you really have to try it. And, if you get one that jumps? That! is something you really have to see up close.

[Slow and Low]

This is and will be my most memorable fish until I get one bigger...size matters most.
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As for stories, Early October, about three months into my "vacation" and about day 90 of fishing the Deschutes for the year, I'm on the river with this yeah-hoo(picture below) waiting for my buddy who is an hour late for a pick up at Mack's Canyon. So what are we to do? My yeah-hoo buddy says, "Let's go down and fish across from the campground so we can see his car when he comes." I'm driving the jetboat & being a courteous host and let him fish the run. The sun is still high, so, said friend is fishing a sinktip "slow and low." He has three grabs and no hook-ups.

What would most people do here? Well, this yeah-hoo decides to fish a dry-line behind a sinktip. So much for conventional wisdom.

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This shot does the fish more justice. It was a munster!!!
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[D3smartie]

Whenever i think of memorable fish the first place i think of is the Restigouche River in New brunswick canada. fly fishing for atlantic salmon is one of the greatest thrills of my life. I havent been out there in several years but have the opportunity to go every summer and fish for salmo salar. Gin clear water, floating lines and dry flies, and some of the best looking fish in the world.
how many can you see? ;)
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I have caught many memorable fish over the years... From the 33 pound hen on an orange bomber 5 feet from the boat, to the 38 pound henon a Red Abbey 2/0 in the top of Looking Glass pool.
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They are all memorable and special in their own way. The toughest ones always seem the most rewarding though and that is why the first one i ever caught will always be the most rewarding fish.
It was July of 1991 and we, my father, mother and I, were guests of long time family friends to fish at their lodge on the Restigouche approx 60 miles from the mouth at Cambelton where the river flows in to the Bay De Chaleur and the salmon finally enter the fresh water after spending the winter off Greenland. They enter in June while the water is still high and as they make their way up the currents they will peel off into rivers such as the Matapedia, Upsalquitch, and Patapedia Rivers. The biggest though will head for the Kedgwick which meets with the Little Main Restigouche to form the Restigouche at the town of Kedgwick. The water we are fishing is just below this confluence at Junction Pool. There are many pools for them to stop and rest in along the way but Jimmy's is a long and deep pool with plenty of cover and shade. The biggest fish always seem to stop here in the summer and wait before the final push of their spawning run up into the Kedgwick.
We fish out of guide canoes with two sports per canoe and only one person fishing at a time. This was tough because no one wanted to give up their turn and let the kid flog the water most of the time. The custom up there is to fish 2 sessions per day, 8am-noon (trout fishing the brooks nearby during the midday) and 5pm-dark, at which point everyone returns to the lodge for libations and to recount the days fish. There are cases full of Bogdan reels, old greenheart rods on the wall and plenty of smoked salmon. I could sit there and eat that smoked salmon for days. It is by far the best i have ever had. After drinks and perhaps a game of backgammon or two, there is a large dinner which last well into the night, much too late for a boy of 8, which i was at the time. I would curl up on the couch after eating and pass out with the 2 little poodles, Simba and Chewy, that belonged to our hosts.
Day 1, day 2, day 3 all go by without so much as a nibble on my line. My dad catches fish, my mother catches fish, everyone catches fish except for one other guest and the 8year old kid that should know how lucky his is to be on this trip. The end of day 4 rolls around and I have yet to do anything other than reel in a few of my dad's fish. Which he likes from time to time because you are only allowed to release 4 fish per day. So if he wants to keep fishing, he can hand off the rod to me and let me land it and count it towards my 4. We get back to the lodge and the other guy that was fishless has finally broken his bad luck with a pair of salmon, 22 and 24 pounds. Much drinking and toasting follows which puts me into a foul mood. (i havent ever really liked losing) As luck would have it we get to fish Jimmy;s the next morning. Its always a good bet and with a little rain falling we have high hopes. unfortunately for my parents, this did little to reassure me who decided at that point he was going to be a "little Focker" (direct quote from my mom).
After breakfast we set out the next morning in the light rain and fog, and start to work our way through the pool. My dad gets the first drop(first stop where they drop the anchor) and does nothing. my mom being tired of hearing me whine(or so she says) relents to let me take the second drop. Well not being in the greatest mood and trying to cast a 2 handed 10wt made for some interesting results at the end of my line. The #2 brown bomber, which is supposed to be a dry, ended up hitting the water with a nice loud splatt and after a short drift would be sucked back up into the air with a loud pop. I'm sure allerting every fish in the pool to our presence. After several casts with this terrible form and much spitting by our guides over the side, their silent form of protest, my dad finally started to threaten to take me back to the lodge or at the very least end my turn.
check out the form
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So i may have corrected the casting for a couple casts but it quickly went back to plop, slurp, pop... right at about the time my dad had had enough. I saw a silver ghost flash under my fly.
"i got a look" I exclaimed.
murmers of disbelief come from everyone else in the boat. But i stood fast by my assertion of a fish rising to my fly and atleast got our guide to stand up and watch my next cast. And once again, at the plop of the fly and susequent sinking, a big fish rose from the depths and swung away at the last minute.
"Did you see it???"
"yes, a look, a big one" Jimmy our guide confirms
"no way..." my dad refuses to rise from his chair...
i cast again, no look, no rise, nothing. We wait a minute to rest the fish and I cast back out toward the small point of rock that juts out off the wall and breaks up the current. My fly hits the water, settles and sinks. from the depths I can see a white line appear below the fly, seperate, and engulf my #2 sunked brown bomber into her mouth. the reaction time for an 8year old with a heavy old Sage 10wt to set the hook, was plenty of time to let the big hen turn with the fly before i burried the hook into the corner of her mouth.
30+ minutes worth of fish, 5 jumps across the pool and she is finally mine. 45 1/2 inches of perfection. No picture, just the memories of an early morning on my favorite river and the best looking fish I had ever seen. I'll never forget it
The log book
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and a picture of my second atlantic ever peeling line in Campbell's
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[FishWonk]

That last photo of your second Atlantic peeling line may be one of my favorites ever seen here.
Great story!

[gottafish]

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My first steelhead on a fly. Thanks to my buddy Mike. There have been many more since this one but its kind of like your first deer. You just never forget it.

[Wild Chrome]

I've been lucky to have many memorable fish experiences across the country during my life. However, this being the fly board, my most memorable fly fish was probably this 25 inch brown that was my first fish I caught in East Lake about 4 or 5 years ago. I knew there were fish like that and bigger there (which is why I went), but when it cleared the water 3 or 4 feet into the air the first time, I was shocked by it's size b/c it was twice as big as any non-steelhead trout I'd ever caught. It was around 6 pounds and just gorgeous. Amazing fight! I've been back to East 3 or 4 times since, caught dozens of browns, and still haven't caught its equal!

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[money2182]

my most memorable was my first on my fly rod here is a video of it actually to say the least it was my worst and best day i broke my fly rod and reel and got rather banged up but i had my brothers rod for a spare and spent the rest of the day utterly slaying some rather nice rainbows but all in all it was a great day here was my best fish it was the one i lost when i broke the pole i found the fly in its mouth.
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[gottafish]

my most memorable was my first on my fly rod here is a video of it actually to say the least it was my worst and best day i broke my fly rod and reel and got rather banged up but i had my brothers rod for a spare and spent the rest of the day utterly slaying some rather nice rainbows but all in all it was a great day here was my best fish it was the one i lost when i broke the pole i found the fly in its mouth.


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[gottafish]

my most memorable was my first on my fly rod here is a video of it actually to say the least it was my worst and best day i broke my fly rod and reel and got rather banged up but i had my brothers rod for a spare and spent the rest of the day utterly slaying some rather nice rainbows but all in all it was a great day here was my best fish it was the one i lost when i broke the pole i found the fly in its mouth.


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Remind me someday to tell ya about when I got a fly stuck in my uvuiala (sp) you know the thingy that hangs down in your throut. That friggin hurt.:flowered:

[C-lice]

My most memorable was the first steelhead I caught on my first Spey rod. It was also the first fish I caught on a new pattern.

July 8, 2007. North Umpqua river. Mott Bridge. High noon or so.

The fly was a black rabbit strip/sparkly black-blue-purple dubbing/black schlappen monstrosity tied on a 4/0 hook.

The fish took the fly just upstream from the bridge on a deep accelerated downstream swing (what I call a 'rip'). Fought him for what seemed like forever (probably 10 minutes or so) before I got him in. He taped at 36" on the dot and had above average girth. I suspect he was in the neighborhood of 17 pounds, by far my largest summer on any tackle.

Anyway, first fish on a new rod, first fish on a new fly, and largest summer steelhead all in one. What a trifecta.

[steel_beaver]

Well, I remember a day on the Clack, about 4-5 years ago... I had caught my first steel on the Siletz a few months earlier and was having a lots of trouble with my second one on the fly... I was loosing confidence in the fly and the old proven gear fishing methods were working very well that summer so I the fly rod was mostly just riding along in the car.

Well that day was different. Overcast with slight wind and none of the gear guys around me were catching anything. Around 10 am I said to myself "Well, I'm not catching anything as it is... might as well practice some fly casting". I tried just about every fly in my box, including some proven steel killers like GBS, Purple Peril, etc... but nothing. I was ready to call it a day but something told me I should try this old, faded, orange and chartreuse fly that I had found months ago on the rocks... I tied it on and casted to the top of a riffle that looked fishy. 3rd cast and I get a pull half way through the swing... Its my first bite on the swing ever so if you think I set the hook right away, you guessed right:passout:. I call myself some colorful words and then proceed to convince myself that this was probably a rock anyway. I cast a few more times and I hook another rock:cool:... like clockwork comes the premature set, but low and behold this one stuck:meme:. Few minutes later I have a 7-8 lb hatchery steel on the rocks... First one on the swing. I check for pulse, gather myself and wade back out to the same spot.

It took me a few try's to get a decent cast with my shaky hands and as soon as I got it in the slot.... my rod almost gets ripped out of my hands:bigshock:. Didn't even think about setting the hook because by the time I knew what was going on I could see the backing (I had a SA system one at the time:passout:). I start palming and stumbling down river, almost filling my waders while attmepting to wade around a tree. Luckily the fish is now tired of towing me around and I start slowly gaining on it. Eventually I got it in and it didn't disapoint... 35" summer buck:). Best half an hour of fishing I've ever had...... I wish I still had that fly (lost it to a rock the very next day).

[Zugbug66]

My most memorable fish was my first steelie on the fly. It was around '94, and I was fishing the Upper Clack. Started at the Memaloose bridge at first light. I was fishing a muddler, all morning, nothing....nothing...nothing. This is after about 8 mos of trying to catch a fish on the swing. I worked my way down river, into the Way Station Drift. About half way through one of the nicest and most beutiful runs i've ever fished, while looking back up river and seeing the sun coming around the corner, my arm and my attention was pulled back downstream. I was watching my line making this large arc downstream and at the end was a large native buck....out of the water. After a bunch of jumps and cartwheels (by the fish), I was in a standstill with a fish that was trying to rest directly across from me about 20' away. I didn't know what to do, and while i was trying to figure it out, he jumped, rolled and broke me off. There was another fisherman behind me and his comment was, "Bummer!". I replied, "No, that was awsome!"
I've been addicted ever since.
wayne

[money2182]

thanks gottafish for the laugh i think u will agree more people should check that video out because it will make them feel better about thier life...lol

[gottafish]

thanks gottafish for the laugh i think u will agree more people should check that video out because it will make them feel better about thier life...lol
ouch hehehehehe

[Vosso]

Thank you for the amazing post! Literally one of the best I've ever seen. Your pictures are awesome - really cool to see some Atlantic Salmon stuff on this site. We don't get enough of it. Finally, that big springer you are holding makes me want to cry!

[Vosso]

Here's my most "memorable" steelhead on a fly. Had three buddies sight her for me, made a dozen casts, and she finally came right off the bottom to eat and then explode around the pool. Major cheering from the audience. And caught on a river considered by many to be "unswingable."

Only problem was there was a buck twice her size right next to her. Too bad she made the mistake first. Would have like a 20lber on a swung fly!15084

[Big Sur]

I also have two stories. The first is about the 5lb summer run on the kalama that almost spooled me. My drag was not set light and was set for cookie cutters 8-9lbs. I hooked her at the red barn hole and she blew thru the deep hole below and headed for the bid C. I barely stopped her at the edge and landed her in the deep hole. She was a rainbow beauty and was released without a pic. She kicked my butt. I returned the next day and saw from the road that an angler was walking away from the hole with a fish of this size, I was bummed. I hope she lived to spawn!!!
The second was on the Sandy river back in the days when they planted lots of summer-runs. I was down below Revenue bridge on property that is no longer accesible now. There was a mix of late sandy natives(legal then) and summer-runs. I had done well on summer fish and had corralled a few winter natives but was using eggs from my last winter hen. I was down to my last gob and had done nothing. My last cast was terrible, landing in the current that was coming right at me. I reel fast, not wanting to lose the last rig. STOP. Ok I am snagged and I reel up and set the hook. A huge fish comes out of the water about 4-5 times before I know it is on my line. The only other fisherman there says , thats a big fish. I had no offer of help from this man. Fine, I always fish alone and can handle this.Then I relized that I had broked the tip off of my lamiglas and had my ambassador 5500c on my light lami. The fish crossed the river and settled behind a big rock. I had to go downriver and get below the fish and try to drag him out. I did this but that put the fish in fast water with an island below.S###. I put the screws to the fish with that tiny rod and got it to my side of the river. I had it up to the edge twice and it hauled itself back into the water with ease. On the third time I pounced on the fish and grabbed it by the gills and threw it over the enbankment with my rod and reel following close behind. I got the fish with no help from the lump of clay fisherman and it weighed out at an even 20lbs on the scale at Sharons pantry( not there anymore). now thats memorable!

[Dave Miller]

I have several:
My first tarpon in Key West, FL
My first Atlantic salmon
My first grayling

[Bighorn12]

This post made me think back to some great times and several memorable fish:

Several big bows out of Davis.
A couple monster natives on dries in the late evening on the McKenzie.
A great rainbow on the Firehole.
First summer steelhead on the McKenzie...a beatiful ten pound hen.

Cheers!