The jet boat slid up the river with my son in the front seat smiling ear to ear, "this is better than any amusement park ride, huh Michael?" He just smiled and said, "Let's go faster!" And so the guide did, knowing every bend and every rock on our way. The previous day a panicked hiker had wounded a sow... a mother grizzly bear, who was with her two cubs. This was very unfortunate and happens far to often. A wounded bear is nothing to fool around with, so the park rangers were looking for her to put her down. The guide brought his shot gun, just to be safe. We got to our spot, where there were already quite a few fishermen casting their rods to tangle up with a brute. Six of us spread out in hopes of making a catch, but cast after cast, I did not see a sign of any salmon. A small one was hooked and I was beginning to wonder about this location. The guide decided to head to another one of his favorite spots since this one was not producing. We squeezed into the bend in the river with a few others. One man in our party hooked a monster. The king jumped right in front of me, crashing the water. My eyes bugged as I ran for the net. The guide was down river with two other guys in our party, so I jumped first and asked questions later. Just then my son ran up the river, "Dad, get the net!" I said, "Michael, I'm in the progress of netting this brute." "Dad, forget that pup, the guy down river has a real monster." Another fisherman in our party was fighting a huge king which came up to the shallows then screamed out 60 feet jumping, twisting and turning trying to break the line. I kept the guy cool and as soon as Mr. King showed his head I scooped him into the net...it took two of us to drag him into the boat.

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