Convinced my old man to drag the jet boat out yesterday afternoon to go chase some Dino's for a couple of hours. Hit the Mission launch about 5, and decided to slowly work our way upriver and try some new holes. Had a few hits, but no hooks ups down low. Gave up pretty quickly, & decided to go run up to the mouth of the Vedder to have a look if the gong show was in full effect up there. We arrived at the mouth with surprisingly only 2 other boats in sight. Putted around til we found the shelf we were looking for and dropped the gear down. After a while I brought my line in to re-rig with some fresh smelt, and right after I threw it out, I told my friend Dave to bring up the other rod for a check. Dave's never fished Sturgeon before....actually he's primarily a flyfisherman, so this whole 'stubby rod, huge reel, 14oz weight' thing was pretty new to him. So he 'set the hook' (as i told him to do to avoid getting the big weight hung up on snags. Nothing more fun than 100lb tuffline snags :-\ ). The rod just bent & didn't go anywhere. Immediately, I figured it for a snag. Then the fish went for a walk ;D So Dave's got his first ever Sturgeon on, and by the bend in the rod, it looks like it should be a decent one. I had it figured for maybe 4-5ft, & I tell him this. He seems pretty relaxed & content, as we coach him though it. No issues so far, and the fish is coming to the boat. Before we can see the fish, I can only assume he saw the boat, because he turned tail and started ripping off some serious line. I tell Dave that it looks like he's probably into a solid fiesty 5 footer. Dave has now exchanged his relaxed grin to a somewhat more worried smile. Right around now, the fish exploded out of the water, greeting by the 3 of us with a general consensus of 'Holy Shit!!!!!!' at what looked to be anywhere from a solid 8-10footer. Dave is now terrified and hanging on for dear life as the fish is ripping off line real quick, even with some considerable drag. Shortly after this, we realize that we are going to have to get this fish to shore to safely and properly release it. This seemed liek a great idea until we discovered that our anchor was jammed and we did not have a buoy for the line. Long story short (sort of...), we managed to wrestle the anchor loose and putt our way over to the beach to land the fish. After 1hr and 45mins, we landed the fish. (He wasn't excessively played, he just kept ripping line out.) Dave looked like he was about to keel over next to the fish. My old man used a rope to get a measurement on the fish, then in the release, lost his mark on the line. Thankfully we had the camera, so you can be the judge of the length. I figure roughly 8ft from tip to tail, and plenty of girth. Gently revived & released and we were on our way. ;D
Another great day on the river.
Another great day on the river.


