Thats a whopper all right. It's almost as big as that Kamloops I caught back in 94. Then there was that barn door halibut in 88.
Fish stories aside, I am fortunate enough to have an eyewitness to the big one that I released back into the Kenai. He's never admitted it...but I'm pretty sure Dad wet himself that day.
I still get a tingling in the old genitalia everytime I think of the day old George mistook a "Bull" 'bow for a baby "king" salmon. In his defense, a trout is a breed of salmon and it was big enough to make that mis-identification. Way to go
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Thats a whopper all right. It's almost as big as that Kamloops I caught back in 94. Then there was that barn door halibut in 88.
Fish stories aside, I am fortunate enough to have an eyewitness to the big one that I released back into the Kenai. He's never admitted it...but I'm pretty sure Dad wet himself that day.
I still get a tingling in the old genitalia everytime I think of the day old George mistook a "Bull" 'bow for a baby "king" salmon. In his defense, a trout is a breed of salmon and it was big enough to make that mis-identification. Way to go
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