Some of my best memories was as a young man fly fishing the west fork of the San Gabriel River. I loved reading the water, and the moment the trout takes the fly. It's not as scenic but I've caught some really beautiful brown trout on the Owen's River north of Bishop below the dam. Biggest one I caught was a 5 lb monster. My most favorite spot was the Trinity River in NorCal. I've caught huge trout there but mostly using a nymph. (yeah I used to fish up there on our annual bigfoot hunt!!)
My dad used to wake me up early in the morning before sunrise and take me surf fishing with him in Oxnard. I was only 8 or 9 then and I was the only one of the 5 kids that ever wanted to go. Just him and I and we would talk sometimes, but other times just enjoy the moment in silence. It made me feel special and I know there were things he told me on those trips he never spoke of to anyone.
I suppose it's why fishing will always be important and special to me. It's never been about the fish I catch because I almost always catch and release (except for crappie....I love to eat crappie!!), it's more the act of fishing, outsmarting them, getting outdoors and it's something I can do with friends or by myself.
The biggest fish I've caught was a 170 lbs. My buddy had a 20 ft boston whaler we would take out of Oceanside harbor. We usually fished kelp beds for bass, but during the summer we fished kelp patties for yellowtail (one of the few fish I will catch and keep). On our way home we saw what looked like a mako shark on the surface. So on impulse we used the last of our bait (we caught our own mackerel that morning) and ran a small chum line to draw him in. We drifted for quite a while and talked about just heading home. At that moment my line started to furiously peel off the reel.
I put the harness on and set the rod but in the holder on the harness. My buddy started the engine and swung the bow around so I was on the bow. When we were ready I set the hook hard. We were both astonished when a blue marlin jumped about 150 yds off the bow. We weren't rigged or set for a fish that size. I had maybe 50 lb test line on the reel. (we used lighter tackle for the yellows) So we chased the fish. He ran all over the place, I couldn't just muscle him in because of the light line. We were chasing him so I could take up line. This went on and on and my arms were about to fall off. Finally we got him close then he ran directly for the engine as he came directly at the stern. It was very clear he was trying to cut the line in the prop!! My buddy pivoted the boat on it's bow keeping the prop away and I was straining to turn the fish. Finally the fish turned and then exhausted it was alongside. But suddenly it started to regurgitate violently, due to the build up of lactic acid inside it. Not a good sign. We decided there was no way we could release the fish so we decided to lash it to the side and head in. The fish was too big to bring on board.
That was the first marlin I've eaten and it was wonderful. Marinated lightly then put on the grill....outstanding with grilled asparagus and new potatoes.