Well another year for the Abbotsford Christian Assembly men's fishing derby. The weather was perfect for another great weekend of fishing. First day and we hit our favorite little lake Higgins in high hopes of catching allot of fish. Well the timing seemed off as we only managed a few fish each. Perhaps we were a little to early after ice off. So we packed up and went back to the cabins for dinner and a new plan of attack.
Day two saw us at French Lake trying for the big lunkers we have seen in there in the past. We must have fished the entire day with not even a bite. We decided to pack up and try for a hike in lake we heard about that guaranteed huge fish. Well we got into some nasty 4x4ing and just couldn't find the way in. So plan B had us at Irish lake a lake we had heard got winter kill last year and was not producing any fish but we decided to try to finish off the day there.
Well the fishing was slow at first but then bang I got a huge fish on. He jumped out of the water right away and the mouths dropped on all the guys around me. It was huge and took a huge run right off the bat. I reeled the fish to the surface and he bolted again peeling line off my reel until I was into my backing (reserve line) Well just as he was peeling line off my reel stopped spinning and the line was all caught up. I quickly wrapped my pointer finger around my fly line and the backing snapped away from my line. So now I have this fish on the fly line that is barely wrapped around finger and he wants to make another run. I hold my finger tight to the fly line as he bolts for the bottom of the lake straight down. I figure he will break off with all that pressure but he didn't. I was able to start stripping in my line by hand now instead of by the reel. I get a huge pile of line stripped into my lap and off he goes again headed for the bottom. All the line I just stripped in fly's through my rod and then I get a huge tug on my finger as it gets to the end. I hold firm and begin stripping in again so by the time I strip in the entire length of fly line he is finally done and I'm able to net my prize a 4.7 pound rainbow trout and bring him home. I got him on the stringer and floated around while I fixed my fly line and attached it back onto my backing and reel. During my repairs I got to watch one of my buddies catch a somewhat smaller fish and then a good sized 3.2 pounder. We all tried for a while longer but eventually it started to get dark and he packed it in for the day.
Once back to camp all the talk was about my huge fish and that I was a shoe in for the biggest fish trophy. It felt good but I tried not to let it go to my head. I also was a shoe in for another prize of best fishing story due to my reel mishap. I shared that prize with another buddy as he was crazy enough to strip down and wade into a lake that day to retrieve a fishing lour he had just bought and hooked onto a log. That water must have been pretty cold but us fishermen are crazy that's for sure.
Day three had us packing up camp and hitting another lake before we came home. Well Irish it was as everyone else wanted a crack at a big fish like mine. One buddy caught a small one but that was it so we just slowly came back in and called it done for the weekend. With a big smile and a shiny trophy I headed home to the family I love.