Puyallup River December 24th, 1980. 16 lb buck, took what seemed like forever to land. My knees were actually knocking when I landed it. I bonked it, put it in my backpack, and rode my bike home on South Hill. The tail was hanging out hitting the back of my head. Went back the next day after opening presents, caught a little 6 lb'er that literally landed itself on the beach in about 30 seconds flat. Had completely opposite fish, in two days. Funny thing was I had fished for 2 years trying to catch my first one. I couldn't figure out "the hit" on a corky. After that the hit seemed so obvious I couldn't understand how I didn't know before.