Here you go-
(Part one)
-The fabled giant of the HOH-
The Hoh. End of August, 20XX. Took the wife "camping", which is code for her hanging out reading while I fish, then we sleep in a tent. Huge glob of king eggs on a little red cheater. Six pound leader. One ounce bank weight. Yes, six pound. Eight pound main, lamiglas medium heavy. Three casts into the slack water opposite me (East), in a huge swirling pool abutted by a basalt wall on my side (West). A large cataract (North) dropped down into the pool, which was followed by a lo-oooong tailout to a tight corner. Tap-Tap YANK!!! Holy s***, loosen drag, loosen drag! Pulling, swerving, pulling, swerving (insert ten minutes of the same here) yank, yank, swerve, pull. The monster was awakened! Up the rapids, up the next pool, up the next tailout, rapids. And me stuck on a rock with seeemingly no where to go. Finally I began gaining line, the fish turned (I still have not seen it yet) and rocketed back at me. Reel, reel, reel! Run, Run, Run back from shore into the woods, reel! Wife! get the camera, now! She non-chalantly looks up from her book, tilts her glasses down, peers down her nose (As if to say "boys, and their silly (piscatorial)pursuits") "I didn't bring the camera".
As if on cue the fish swam up to shore, near me on the basalt. Amzingly, through the blue-milk water a GIANT tail, bigger than both my hands touching at the thumbs and fingers, fanned out ! A hint of a double red stripe at the tail-wrist, a flash and splash. Then, with a sickly-pure sound, TINK! The line hits the basalt and the giant is gone. Gone. Gone! No way its gone! F@#*!! I sit down, bummed out, with a throbbing left arm. The wife, again non-chalantly, looks over her glasses (she's a librarian) as if to say "Hush" and actually says, flatly and in a matter of fact way "You lost it". Yah, right honey I lost it......But, undaunted I re-rig. (See part two)