Someone remember the bucktailing in Cow Bay? Super early mornings out in a 12 tinny, fog in the bay, some from moisture but probably more from 2 stroke motors of dozens and dozens of like-minded. A long sweep curve and whammm your rod gets buried and as a kid I could barely get it out of the holder while a 20#+ coho jumps already several times clear of the water behind the boat. A dozen hos per morning hooked was easy enough with many over 15 and some over 20#. On my first own rod, a split cane whip. Where are those days?