A fishing tale...

Yesterday I decided I was going to do absolutely nothing productive. I started out the day by going paintballing. After that I came home ate, took a nap, and then went fishing. Courtney and I hopped in the car and took off to American Falls. We went fishing below the Dam on the Snake River. However before we got there we drove around for probably an hour trying to find some sportsman's access points that we ran into on one of our random drives where we get lost for fun. Unfortunately we didn't find any and so we just decided to go there. By the time we got there the sun was pretty low and we only had about 40 minutes to fish. Right now that area is limited to catch and release fishing with no barbed hooks or bait. So basically jigs, lures and flies. I used a couple of different spoons until I finally used one my father gave me. It was a silver spoon with red wavy lines on the sides. I threw that out and after a couple of casts I got a huge hit. And so the battle began... Well fortunately for me when the fish took the lure he was only about twelve feet from shore or else this would have been a long battle. When I finally reeled him in I was trying to get him in my net but he was still fighting me. I had landed myself a good ol Brook Trout. I know he was old because he was probably missing half his scales on one side and was quite large. I didn't have a tape measure but I estimate his size to be between 16 and 20 inches. He took the entire lure into his mouth and so I had to try to get all 3 prongs out. Which was difficult for several reasons, one being that every 6 seconds he would start flipping, another being that one prong was in each lip and the third in the roof of his mouth. I had to try to get that out without killing the creature. Needless to say I got him taken care of and sent him back to his fish friends. After that a few more casts turned up nothing and it was getting dark so we headed home.
-D