Sometimes it only takes one big fish to make a dramatic ending to a day on the South Platte River at Deckers. Tom had put in the time. Made hundreds and hundreds of casts. Hundreds and hundreds of drifts. And for the most part he did not have much to show for it. Tom was one for five in landing fish. Some how the hook kept pulling it out before we could net the fish. Or the fish broke the tippet on the strike.
Then the one big fish struck and blasted out of the water. I don't really know exactly why or how sometimes everything seems to line up right. But, Tom set the hook just right. He let go when the fish bolted. The hook held even after the fish exploded out of the water two times. Somehow Tom was able to put just enough pressure to keep the fish from running down under the bridge. He kept just enough pressure on, but not too much, to keep the fish in range. Tom's shoulder held up just long enough to keep the rod just high enough to ease the strain on leader and hook. When the fish surged, Tom let it go.
Maybe there was also that thing we call "luck"???? I don't know.
I never told Tom this but my money was on the fish escaping. I lost the bet. I was wrong. Glad to be wrong.
What a fish! Great piece of angling Tom. It only took one and everything came together.
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