Biggest of them all
My fingers ached. My muscles burned. Sweat scalded my eyes. I could barely turn the reel handle.
I felt like David standing before Goliath. Could I defeat this giant? Or would it defeat me?
For fifteen minutes I fought the enormous fish in the cold, swift water of Oregon's Columbia River. Nothing prepared me for its astounding power. At first, I simply held on, gripping the rod with both hands and watching helplessly as yard after yard of line stripped from the reel. I thought the ...
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