Mine wasn't so much memorable because of the take itself, but more for the time in my life that it happened.
Going on 10 years ago, my mom died suddenly. My daughter was only 6 months old, her mom was wholly unsupportive of me, and basically I was just racked with grief and doing everything I could to just keep moving and providing for the family. I went through the motions of my hobbies; like going to play soccer because I knew it was good for me, not because I actually wanted to.
About 2 months after her death, I got 3 days free and decided to go fishing and car camping at Lewiston Lake/Trinity River in CA. I spent two fruitless, very cold days fishing for steelhead with no luck and I was not having fun. I decided to focus on Lewiston Lake on the third day. I foudn a trail at the top of the lake next to a small tributary. There was a dry spot to stand in the sun, and so many rainbows stacked up behind this tributary that it was silly. I caught and released maybe 30 fish that day without even moving.
But as far as the take goes, a pontoon boat came trolling by and they asked me if I was fly fishing. They went on to say that nobody fly fishes in Lewiston Lake (not true) and I'm probably wasting my time. They weren't being dicks or anything, just probably had a few and were just chatty and surprised. But BOOM! Indicator goes down and I'm immediately in to my backing with a fat 18" rainbow, right in front of these two guys who didn't think you could fly fish there.
It finally felt like everything was going to eventually be okay. I'll always remember that fish.
Going on 10 years ago, my mom died suddenly. My daughter was only 6 months old, her mom was wholly unsupportive of me, and basically I was just racked with grief and doing everything I could to just keep moving and providing for the family. I went through the motions of my hobbies; like going to play soccer because I knew it was good for me, not because I actually wanted to.
About 2 months after her death, I got 3 days free and decided to go fishing and car camping at Lewiston Lake/Trinity River in CA. I spent two fruitless, very cold days fishing for steelhead with no luck and I was not having fun. I decided to focus on Lewiston Lake on the third day. I foudn a trail at the top of the lake next to a small tributary. There was a dry spot to stand in the sun, and so many rainbows stacked up behind this tributary that it was silly. I caught and released maybe 30 fish that day without even moving.
But as far as the take goes, a pontoon boat came trolling by and they asked me if I was fly fishing. They went on to say that nobody fly fishes in Lewiston Lake (not true) and I'm probably wasting my time. They weren't being dicks or anything, just probably had a few and were just chatty and surprised. But BOOM! Indicator goes down and I'm immediately in to my backing with a fat 18" rainbow, right in front of these two guys who didn't think you could fly fish there.
It finally felt like everything was going to eventually be okay. I'll always remember that fish.