The King:

Yes, I knew you were kidding me. But my dad was a pop gear king. He had an old half gold and half silver one that was absolutely deadly. He was always trying to be the first one back to the dock with our limits, which when I was a kid was 15, seven inch, round tailed, white meated trout.

We were usually in by 7:320. Then we had lunch, sent mom home with our fish and went back after our “second limits". The second limits often took as much as two hours to catch.

Oh how I still remember seeing the rod tip twitch as seven inches of mighty cement pond trout nibbled the worm trailing the pop gear. The tip would go down yet another 1/2 inch and the battle was on. You had to stop reeling to see if the fish was still there. Ah yes a steelheader is born.