Grind, grind, grind, wind, fightn currents, even put the boat on the trailor and moved. Drank beer, bbq'd burgers and dogs, settled just upriver of the astoria bridge and nothing all day, then at 4:45 talking about getting the hell out and not even paying attention to the rods I just happen to look up and say "that rod is doing something funny" and damn-it dave grabs the rod and seys yep, fish on! 50 minutes later and lots of good video and all 4 of us taken a turn the bad boy finally gives and belly ups at the boat, hook released and off goes the 9, 10 footer!
