We headed out early on Saturday for chance to tie into some winter chrome. After a lengthy drive and some AM/PM doughnuts, Casey and I dumped the boat in got fishing.
The first run looked nice and I walked upstream to hit the top while Casey started in the middle. The water looked fishy but as usual, touched nothing. Casey was around the corner still fishing the run when I started going over the water he had already worked. I felt the smallest tick on my line. Let the shock loop go and the line stopped swinging. Lifted the rod and felt bottom, or so I thought. A couple of headshakes later I knew I actually had a fish!
The fish took a couple of nice blistering runs, a couple of jumps, and was quickly tailed. It was nice wild buck of about 30 inches. We didn't take any pics and just set it back on its course. It's always great to get off the schnide early.
The rest of the day was awesome. We each got grabbed multiple times but couldn't manage any other fish to the beach.
Sorry, no pics, my cropping skills suck.