The second evening of fishing we had all focused pretty hard on a big hole that was holding a good number of fish. Me and Jordan decided to give it a rest and explored further downstream. We fished pretty quickly and moved some fish but weren't seeing any good numbers. We eventually headed back up to see how everyone else was doing. Jordan went back up to the big hole and I stayed in the one below to give it the effort it hadn't yet received. As I worked my way down the hole I was starting to doubt that it was holding fish. My mind was soon changed as I got closer to the tailout and watched a bully race from his holding spot to swipe at my swinging fly. UNREAL. I missed the hookset.....A couple casts later another fish swung out after my fly. Five lunges later he was finally on my line. This was a good fish but nothing close to the beast that had come up from the depths to terrorize the 23" bully I had yet to land. I couldn't believe what I had just seen, and decided that the fish was at least 30 inches. After releasing the my fish I pounded the hole in hopes of enticing the monster. Nothing. I headed upstream to tell everyone what had happened. We fished for a couple hours longer and saw the beast yet again. This time he attacked a 26" fish that chance hooked up with. What a mean aggressive fish! We called it a day, but I was set on landing that fish the next morning.
Hope you enjoy the story and pictures, and keep an eye out for an edit from the trip. Hopefully I'll have it done this week!