a confession to make

well it was Sunday yesterday and i was fishing the usual haunt the kelvin and with my 9ft sierra fly rod i set out onto the water my set up was to the limit and i used a size 10 woolly bugger hoping to get one of those big trout that seem to come on the feed just after a period of heavy water as I've had a few at these times in the past ,anyway as i said i was wading into a run just behind the transport museum and had be have some fun enjoying casting my fly line into the now clearing waters of the kelvin and had only had about 4-5 casts when ,well you know don't you pull not a bang and i know what a slow but heavy sharp pull means and i was right ,i had just hooked my first salmon on the fly and off it went across to the far bank when it seemed as if it was quite willing to commit suicide rather than give itself into me as it propelled its self out the water and nearly onto the embankment on the far side what a sight it was and then it made a screaming run up into faster water were it try,d to hold itself low and deep which i knew i had to stop as i could not rest this fish i was trying to get it in so i could release the fish but the fight on the small 9ft rod seemed to begetting the better of me never mind the salmon or it may just have been a lack of expertise in the playing and landing of larger fish on fly fishing gear as i wanted to touch the fish as it meant i had caught it but i was worried all along i would end up having to kill an exhausted fish which sadly turned out to be the case as when i managed to bank the fish with another guy and his son around the fight had already took over ten minutes and on gathering the salmon to remove the hook i noticed the hook was stuck fast into the back end of its tongue which was now detached from the bottom of the jaw i then did what i thought was best and chapped the said fish on the head ,the fish weighed around 6lb and made my day and showed a great account of himself and why we all love to catch these wonderful fish as they are fantastic..