15 minutes after I caught this little brown, I hooked Hank. 25"+ brown with attitude. Saw him 3 times before he spit the 2-bit hooker out of his mouth. Lost him when he figured out where I was and headed straight for the other side of the river in fast water. He darted from big rock to big rock and covered an insane amount of water in about 6 seconds.
I was heart-broken. I still have chest pains when I think about it. Some fish really do act like they have a plan in mind in the event they ever get hooked. Hank was a planner.
Some other shots from this month:
Par Tolles making it happen.
Creepiest animal I have ever encountered on the river. Some kind of fox with 3 legs.
Swim away dude.