Like the old days
After catching nothing but lake trout in recent years, I knew immediately that the fish that took my spoon Tuesday evening was something different.
It stayed deep in the water. It peeled line off my reel, creating that joyful whine - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz - I hadn't heard in years. The fish refused to give an inch, continuing to fight even after it was in the net. Just like the old days.
My initial conclusion, once the fish was in my cooler, was that it was an Atlantic salmon but the more I examined it, the more I saw Chinook characteristics; black gums, for example.
In any case, it was a salmon. A trend or a fluke ... ? Time will tell.
