Sammamish Sturgeon?
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mr.badexample
Smolt
Years ago I was at Bonneville with my 6 wt. shadding with the crowd who kept their catch on stringers and a not bigly sturgeon was investigating the scene and ate my fly right at my feet and it was like catching a vw bus, I couldn't stop it and finally just pointed my rod straight out and locked the drag .
JimTravers¤£a!!Travers
Steelhead
Gotta use your HANDS with one of these if you want to prove yourself IN THE ARENA. Step into the ARENA and COMPETE.
!! I step into the arena and compete!!! Use your hands to pull one out of the shallows.
!! I step into the arena and compete!!! Use your hands to pull one out of the shallows.
For what it’s worth, here’s a memory that has been etched on my brains hard drive for decades…
When I was a kid (back around 1965) my Dad took me on an adventure by boat way up the Snake river from Lewiston with a guy he knew that fished for sturgeon up there frequently. After hours of bashing upstream through Hells Canyon and its rapids we set up camp in the evening on a sandbar next to a big, calm pool. His buddy got his broomstick out and rigged a massive hook with a big hunk of frozen eel he’d brought in his cooler. He literally heaved it along with a monster lead pyramid sinker out into the pool and set it in a sand spike rod holder he’d brought for the purpose. Plunking on a grand scale, a great big sturgeon ate the eel bait and was caught to be photographed and released. So maybe try plunking in your lake with a hunk of eel.
As an aside I remember catching bunches of at will smallmouths with little effort, and one dandy summer run steelhead, all on Colorado spinners modified by removing the hook they came with and attaching a 6” leader
smelled hook and a worm (shame on me.. it was the ‘60’s). I also remember the petroglyphs (now inundated).
You stirred up some memories. Back in that timeframe I was living in Alabama. We fished that way for huge river catfish.
BTW, we used a bell to alert us of a fish bite.
I was night fishing for catfish with my brother in Alabama as a kid. We favored night crawlers and chicken livers for bait. It was a pleasant, breezy summer night, but action was slow. I thought I had a bite so I started reeling and came tight, but it was a snag. A flexible snag. I realized the "bite" was my bait in the trees across the river, blowing in the wind. It had only been soaking in air for an hour or more.
It’s brilliant because if you don’t catch anything you can just eat the bait.
