Mine had to be in December of 2002. I was on a guide trip on the queets river. The guide hooked some fish, and handed me the rod to fight them. Even though that was great, I still wanted to hook one by myself. And finally in the last hole just above to take out, I casted my spinner and started to retrieve. It felt like I snaged, and remembered that the guide said the fish hit and then feel like a snag. Realizing to late, this fish (about 15lb coho) jumps out of the water and spits the hook. I felt bad, and thought that fish could have been the only one for me that day. I told my self NO! I will catch a fish. On the next cast into the same spot, a hudge crome bright silver hammers the lure and tail walks on the water. I end up fighting this fish for about 20 minutes, then it was landed. I could not believe it. This silver weighed 20lbs. I will never forget that day.