“Ooooooh, Brother, look at this PIG!” I yelled, as Feef continued to snap pictures. There was no way for me to dip it back into the water to take a breath, so just as fast as I pulled it out, I had to put it back. But not before Feef snapped off some shots, mid celebration!
The fish bolted from my hands, and I saw the wake disappearing into the dark.
“Well Merry Christmas, Brother!” Feef yelled to me, as I clipped the fly from my leader, and reeled in the line. It was 5:30 p.m. by the time we arrived back to the car. We geared down quickly, still laughing from the excitement of the last fish caught, and drove off. The car ride back home was one to remember, as we relived the moment. My forearm ached from the fight. We had previously decided to only fish one day while in Moses Lake, but we convinced ourselves that fishing was too good, and the real crime would be to not return the next day!