We fished from 6:30 am until 2:00 for one lost fish to the boat. The hooks popped about two feet from the net.

Then as we were leaving, I noticed a flasher dragging through the water. I quickly scanned the horizon, expecting someone to yell that I was about to run over thier line, and I realized that this was a freeby! I yelled at my buddy to grab the flasher that there was a fish on it. He swooped down off the bow, picked up the flasher and turned the fish on maybe a 20" leader. My other partner had the forethought to grab the net and Viola! An exausted 22# king in the boat.

All in all, I saw maybe ten fish caught more than half of which were silvers.

Good luck!
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In the legend of King Arthur, the Fisher King was a renowned angler whose errant ways caused him to be struck dumb in the presence of the sacred chalice. I am no great fisherman, and a steelhead is not the covenant of Christ, but with each of these fish I am rendered speechless.