Quite a few come to mind but this one stands out.
Flyfishing the run just below the RR tracks upstream of Lewis Street on the Sky. I'd been out quite a few trips with the fly rod and not so much as a grab. Standing at the very head of the run and letting my polar shrimp swing all the way in to shore when it stops in about a foot of water just off shore. I'm thinking I'm attached to another rock so I don't set the hook when all of a sudden this mid 20's chromer takes flight. This thing starts cartwheeling it's way towards the other side and downstream with the current. There was absolutely nothing I could do but hold on as it just kept jumping and running. Well, it was already to the other side and downstream quite a ways when it stops jumping and just heads for the ocean. 50 yards into my backing the fly pulls out and I'm standing there with the shakes. I had just been taken out behind the ol' woodshed and beaten.


This was the first monster I'd hooked on the bug rod and still sits in my mind like it just happened.