No salmon today, just this guy. It was end of the tide, very little current left, all the boats around me had fish but not me. Then the rod goes down, I drift out with it but 45 mins. later I still haven't seen it & I'm totally spent. By then I realize it's not a salmon & I'm preparing to cut it loose, but I'd like to at least see it first. And, of course, I'd just as soon not have to sacrifice my gear. Then some friends (much younger) who had been anchored near me came out to check on me, thank you. One of them got in my boat & landed it. I was done period, could not have done it. Trying to measure with a yard stick it was a bit over 8ft. & of course we released it.
