Fishies and Freshies

The sun still hadn't risen all the way when my indicator went down. I set the hook and it took of like a rocket. Dang, son! My heart started to beat. The fellas all stopped fishing and being the guides they are, couldn't help but coach me through it. I didn't mind. I rarely fish with others and was more than happy to make sure I got this fish in. I was fishing 4x so I was a tiny bit nervous to put make him work for any line he wanted to take. As I worked him into the shallower water we got a look at him for the first time. He was thick. He had some definite color on him and we all kept changing our minds on what type of fish he was. He didn't really look like a tiger. I finally got him into Grant's jumbo net and I was beyond jazzed to see how beautiful he was. A very thick tiger with the most amazing colors I'd ever seen.
One of the overall biggest trout I've caught and probably the most beautiful. We snapped some pics and sent him on his way. Not a bad way to break in my new reel. The rest of the day the boys laid it to them and I pretty much sucked. I think I cursed myself when I said, "I don't care if I catch another the rest of the day..." I was fishing the same patterns, the same depths, etc. and everyone continued to catch fish except me. Go figure. Although I would have been stoked to keep getting into fish that day, I know I'll always remember that morning that I held the most beautiful fish I'd ever seen.