On this day I casted a black wooly bugger to the edge of a fallen log in the lake. Black seems to be the magic color for tiger fishing in my opinion. My line was about 50 ft off shore when he took my fly on about the 3rd strip. From the initial tug and dive I knew immediately it was a large trout and the adrenaline rush kicked in. As most of my fish stories go, I was balancing on a sketchy log and attempting to not fall in while bringing in this beast that was not getting in my hands without a fight. Most of the time I end up falling in, but this time I was lucky. As I got him in about 4 feet off shore he started wrapping around a fallen log and that’s when his size revealed itself in the surface of the water and I about had a heart attack, no joke. I could hear my heart beating. I almost lost him wrapping around that log on 5x tippet, but I threw my rod behind me, grabbed my fly line, and slowly started bringing him in. I would occasionally reach for him to try and grab him but he was trying to run and dive like crazy. I got him about 2 feet off the log I was now kneeling on and was able to get two hands on him and get him to shore safely. It was a feeling of relief, but also disbelief with how big this thing was.
I know what you’re thinking.. why didn’t you scoop him up with a net? I bring my net with me everywhere I go, but for some reason its always 50 yards behind me on the lake or river when I need it most. This was one of those times. Anyway, I got him in, took some pics and let him go to live his life. He truly was the Tiger of my dreams and I will never forget his beauty.
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