Originally Posted by deerstalker
fishing a tributary creek to the Truckee River about 60 years ago . caught a nice brown trout about 16 inches long. suddenly had the fight of my life on a rod. Mink jumped out , grabbed that trout and fought me till the line broke. never forgot that.


He'd probably been waiting all day for you to catch a fish so he could mug you.


grin


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