Just a quick float on the lower Madison today after I was nice enough to take my bow for a walk in the morning. I was floating in my buddy's new clacka when his girlfriends reel falls off. She is quickly in to her backing and hoping by continuing to pull line, then backing eventually the reel would come up right? Eventually nothing came up, except a massive swirl of fly line and backing.....a bunch of it. During the chaos, we were dragging anchor with a tail wind and for some reason we couldnt get the anchor up, maybe because we had a bunch of anchor line out too. We floated down through a hole that a spinner fisherman was working and offered a quick apology. I explained "we are having a few technical difficulties"
Apology excepted, with a quick nod., "thats usually when it gets good", he says.
I continued throwing my bow river and crayfish and figured all would be good, after all this is a decent stretch. Before I know it the blade of the oar hit bottom and off goes the oar. I quickly put down the rod and went halfway out of the boat to grab it, with oar secured I look over to see the old 5 weight bent over. Assuming I was snagged I grabbed it, only to feel a pissed off brown on the other end. Holding both the oar and my rod, I figured out to give the oar to my buddy and land the fish. Its so true and that spinner fisherman knew it. When things are going wrong, Thats when it usually gets good. We donated a reel today, and bluffed with giving up an oar. This is the heaviest fish I've touched in a couple years, I love it when they are right!
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