
Bryan, Larry, Anthony, Gene and I had endured hours of cold, wind and nasty chop, but now Larry was hooked up and from all indications he was into something big. The fish wasn’t running or headshaking and truth be told it probably didn’t realize that it was even hooked.
The trout simply swam slowly back and forth, some 200 feet behind the boat. Larry’s downrigger rod was bent sharply against the unseen bulk and despite the fact that he turned the reel smoothly and methodically no line was being gained or lost.
It was several minutes into the fight when the fish came to life. Our captain, Bryan Roccucci, had gone into the boat’s canvas cabin to grab something and Larry was looking down at his reel when the fish bolted, but since I was shooting video I saw everything.
The fish dug in hard with its tail and ran out to the port side in a crescent-shaped blitz that ended in a wild jump.
The fish looked bright yellow and massive against the slate grey water and I felt an instant surge of adrenaline.
“Whatever you do Larry don’t pump the rod or mess with the drag. Just reel. That’s a really big fish and it’s got a lot of fight left in it,” I exclaimed.
Instantly Bryan was back on deck and he asked, “How big Cal four or five pounds? Bigger? Rainbow? Brown?”
“It’s big, at least 5 pounds and honestly it looked like a big yellow carp.” That got a laugh from everyone including Larry, but I continued, “It’s got to be a brown.”
Larry hadn’t done much downrigger trolling for trout, but he knew how to handle a fishing rod. He stayed patient and let the tackle do its job. Would the tiny hook hold?
After the jump, the trout dropped down in the water column and bull-dogged in true fashion.