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<blockquote data-quote="Rosebud" data-source="post: 2888931" data-attributes="member: 118066"><p>Ok, hear goes another one. I was 23 years old, fresh out of the Air Force. Been stationed out on the end of the Alaska Peninsula. Crappy little island called Shemya. But I was flush with cash and had a VW beetle. I went fishing somewhere around the Anchorage area every day during the summer. I was on a little creek near willow, about a mile from salt water. The F and G people were putting bright yellow and green tags on salmon, you could see them coming fifty yards down the creek. I'd been fishing with a mepps spinner for trout. But when I saw the salmon I took out my pliers and worked the blade back and forth until it broke off.now I have a weighted treble hook. Didn't take long to snag one. It was legal then. Well, my light weight rig wasn't up to handling ten pound salmon, it was burning line off the reel. I took off chasing it up stream. I ran across a sand bar and around a bend in the Creek. My hook was caught on a snag. Well, poo. I'll go back and hook another one. I'm walking down the sand bar I'd Just ran down three minutes ago. There is a giant Brown bear track on top of my boot print. My Ruger hand gun is out and I'm scanning the bushes. Nothing! But I'm spooked. It had to have watched me run by from only feet away. I packed up my stuff and found another creek to fish.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rosebud, post: 2888931, member: 118066"] Ok, hear goes another one. I was 23 years old, fresh out of the Air Force. Been stationed out on the end of the Alaska Peninsula. Crappy little island called Shemya. But I was flush with cash and had a VW beetle. I went fishing somewhere around the Anchorage area every day during the summer. I was on a little creek near willow, about a mile from salt water. The F and G people were putting bright yellow and green tags on salmon, you could see them coming fifty yards down the creek. I'd been fishing with a mepps spinner for trout. But when I saw the salmon I took out my pliers and worked the blade back and forth until it broke off.now I have a weighted treble hook. Didn't take long to snag one. It was legal then. Well, my light weight rig wasn't up to handling ten pound salmon, it was burning line off the reel. I took off chasing it up stream. I ran across a sand bar and around a bend in the Creek. My hook was caught on a snag. Well, poo. I'll go back and hook another one. I'm walking down the sand bar I'd Just ran down three minutes ago. There is a giant Brown bear track on top of my boot print. My Ruger hand gun is out and I'm scanning the bushes. Nothing! But I'm spooked. It had to have watched me run by from only feet away. I packed up my stuff and found another creek to fish. [/QUOTE]
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