Speaking of the events being "called" I suppose I can share the story, at the risk of inflating my ego, LOL.
The night before, contemplating the next day's fishing, and feeling discouraged at the Clackamas water predictions (of course I did get that last fish at 15 feet
), I noted that the Wilson was predicted for 5.25 ft...this time of year, at that height, I had some great success back in 2012 (I didn't fish the Wilson for most of 2013...I think the only trip I made was with troutmasta on Christmas Eve, which coincides with my first internet video debut...hehehehe). So I texted two people about my plan and only one took me up on it...the guy who opted out is kicking himself now, LOL). Bigboy and I hit my favorite starting point that rarely sees any competition, but after some time, and much to my surprise, nothing. So, plan B is to walk over to the more 'popular' spot nearby. It was void of anglers, so I stand to demonstrate how deep, where to cast, and in doing so, whoops...fish on. That's where the beast makes his appearance.
OK, so I didn't really want to pick all the fish out from under this guy, so get him casting. First cast was a bit short...but go ahead and let it run down, ya never know, but next time a little further out. Next cast is running down, but this time too far out..."pull it closer," I tell him. He is pulling it nearer until I say, "OK, that's perfect, let it go now," he stops and lets it drift and the float is now running down the line I suspect holds fish, and about 10 feet further down the current, boom, float dips under. Bigboy's reflexes take over, rod flies, and shake, shake, flash, there it is! See? I can Jedi force floats down
