So this is a quick trip report/story about a pretty cool fish.
There is a girl I have been dating for a little while now and things have been going really well and I wanted to take her out fishing as she has never been before; not fly fishing or spin fishing or bait fishing or anything, literally has no time on the water and has never caught a fish.
So we go down to one of my little spots 2 wednesdays ago and I bring a fly rod and we have some fun learning to cast and I hook a few older silvers for her to reel in just to get the feel for things. She doesn't end up hooking anything by herself but she becomes proficient enough to get the line out and we both end up having a really good time.
This last saturday we went back to the same spot as I really wanted to try to get her to hook up with her own fish and thought we'd have a good chance as this spot gets little to no pressure and has some easily fished holes. So we are walking down fishing and talking and I get a little ways ahead to the best pool on the entire section of river, I sit down and wait for her to catch up thinking I will give her first dibs on the best pool. She comes down and I tell her how to fish the pool and that if there is a fish in this section this is where it will be. She asks if I want to go fish but I insist that seeing her catch one fish is like me catching 20, I just really want to see her catch one (thinking that odds are that at best she would catch a small rainbow or 2).
So to get to the point all of a sudden I hear this wild yell and look back up to see a doubled over rod and massive coils of loose line everywhere. It is immediatlely apparent that we have a rodeo on our hands. I sprint back up the gravel and begin to try to coach/yell and end up holding onto the line while my friend reels in the 40 yards of slack that have somehow accumlated during the brief casting session. The rod tip is waving wildly all over the place and literally every rule of battling a fish is being broken in some form or another.
So after we get all the line back on the spool and the rod toward the bank I finally get a glimpse of the fish and my mind is blown. It is the largest grayling BY FAR that I have ever seen, just an absolute pig. Now this gets my adrenaline flowing as I can't believe we haven't lost the fish yet and I get the feeling of excitement that comes from knowing you have something special on the end of the line but not knowing if you can land it.
Well we finally get it in the net and get a chance for some pictures. Normally I am totally against taking a picture with another persons fish but this one was just to special. I hope you guys enjoy the pics, I am a little bummed as they do not truly do justice to how fat and long the fish was. This fish must have been 23-24 inches, and I doubt I could have wrapped both hands around it, it seemed like a coke can that tapered down to a tiny grayling head. I would have liked to know how old that fish was. But after some quick pics he swam away happily to continue gorging himself.
As a side note. A little while after the excitement had died down I thought back to my comment of wanting her to catch fish before me. Had I known what type of fish were in that pool I may have taken a few casts before she got there....you know....just to check things out.