The Big One

“The instant the flies touched, the skinny water exploded in a beaver-alarm ker-sploink, my rod bent double, the line rifled toward the riffle and then snapped back in my face like a bullwhip crack from Lash LaRue, and I found myself sitting down in the river with my pulse racing and that certain tightness in my upper left quadrant that folks of a certain age really don’t want to feel.” James Babb, editor of Gray’s Sporting Journal, writes about the big one in his own inimitable style.

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  • Grant Carter

    A fish’s victory always makes for a better story, and return trips for one more cast.

  • Funny how the ones that aren’t caught are the ones that hold our interest longest.