Friday, July 15, 2016
Meanwhile, in my boat, Charlie (92 1/2 years young) got skunked first day. Rebounded the 2nd with 6 or 8 trout in the net (one rainbow, about 4 pounds, nearly wore the old boy out before he finally managing to put her in the net) several others missed. But the highlight came the 3rd morning when he hooked a really big brown which refused to give up and...Well, worn to a frazzle, Charley mumbled "Chuck, think I'm gonna have ta break the bastard off, can't hardly hold on much longer." But he did, just long enough to slip the net under the beast--something like 25-26 inches and at least 8 pounds. Slumping in bow seat, almost to whupped to speak, whispered, "Goddamn, Chuck, what a beautiful trout...thank you."
Thank you Charley for being such a good guy to share time with...don't know about you but for me the trout were just a bonus.
PS No the above is not "the" brown; Hard to believe, I know, but both the old man and the kid forgot our cameras...Imagine!