“There we go!â€, and Jeff was hooked up. Weâ€™d barely got the boat into position for the first spot of the day and his fly rod was already buckled over into a big fish! I couldnâ€™t believe it, a week later, and on the opposite tide, the same big fish my dad & I had stumbled upon were still here!
I remember feeling a sense of â€œdÃ©jÃ vuâ€ as I followed Jeff with the camera from one side of the boat to the other, peering through the dirty water, anxious to make a visual.
Then, finally, up to the surface she came, big, broad-shouldered, and GOLDEN!
Fashionably pierced, right through the dorsal!
And what a sportsman, selflessly sacrificing his own trophy-shot to avoid adding any more stress on such a respectful, golden beauty.
The rest of the day was a slow one, interspersed with a couple of welcome little stripers (2 to be exact).
And before long, the sun was touching down and we switched over to top-water. It was one of those perfect, windless, sweatshirt evenings on the delta. We didnâ€™t get any grabs, or even a boil, but there were enough â€œGoldensâ€ crashing around on the surface to keep our attention and a nice reminder that spring is just around the corner.