That's when I first flung a lure into the waters of the Bulkley River in the big pool below the Moricetown falls/rapids.

And at 4:35 p.m., some monster fish struck my lure.

That big boy headed for the centre of the river, peeling dozens of yards of line off my reel. I couldn't do anything to stop it, just hold my rod up and let it fight the drag.

Unfortunately, at 4:39 p.m., I slacked off for a second and this let the fish off the hook -- both literally and figuratively.

Oh well, hopefully there's more where that came from.

I saw hundreds of salmon below the falls, and the Indian netters seemed to be having a good day.