Children will sing, bells will ring and somewhere there is a very confused pig spreading his new wings.
I finally caught a salmon. A chinook at that!
DAYS LATER EDIT: APPARENTLY IT WAS A PINK. I SUCK AT SALMON ID. Which turns it from a small chinook to a fair sized pink. Progress!
The day after I got back from my trip, I woke up in the morning and decided to go fishing. Wrangling Emma along (again) and off we went.
Where I lost two more fish. At this point I was ready to throw the rod and myself overboard (after ceremoniously setting fire to the boat)
Finally, after a while with no more hits, I sadly started to reel in the line and the downrigger…. and then felt some weight on the line. ‘I think there is a fish on here!’
And there was. And it didn’t get away. AND it was a massive 7 cm above the minimum size, so we got to keep it and have dinner! (not before a frantic 5 mins of googling to figure out what type of salmon it was, and what the size limit in the area was). Thanks accidental fish!
That looks delicious.
It was!!
Nothing better than a caught fish 🙂 cheers