
Our plugs bristled with sharp treble hooks, so it seemed counterintuitive to think that you had to let the fish eat in order to get a decent hookset, but that’s exactly what you had to do.
Doing it the wrong way had already cost us a handful of fish and the stakes were high. It was late in the season and monsters lurked beneath the water’s surface.
“We’ve landed fish to 37 pounds in this run over the past few days. It’s a great spot. The river is wide here, but most of it is shallow, except that slot next to the bank where it’s 12 to 20 feet deep. Anything coming up river is going to stay in that deep water and best of all I haven’t seen any other guides fishing this spot,” Capt. Mike Bogue laughed as he eased the boat into the top end of the slot.
Spooling out my line with my thumb on the spool I felt the thump of the sinker on the rocks. Engaging the reel, the line tightened against the current and the huge Flatfish at the end of the leader wiggled to life.
I was focused on the presentation. Lift the sinker, lower the sinker, feel the tap of the bottom and repeat. Walk that plug backward right into the face of a fish. Force feed it to him.
A third of the way down the slot, something slashed at my plug hard two or three times. Then I felt steady weight and some light headshakes. I did nothing. I didn’t rear back with the rod tip or give the fish slack. It wasn’t easy. Every molecule in my body was screaming, “SET THE HOOK!” I resisted, waiting for long microseconds as the headshaking escalated into hard tugs. The flexible part of the rod