This is not about the one that got away, or the 2 that got away, but the 3 that got away.
I finally hooked the fish below the lower quad bridge I have been trying for for a month, fired the video camera, and chased him upstream where the fly popped out of his mouth.
The second was above the bridge and while walking off the bridge my line entangled in the brush, the fish swam under ice, and my line then broke.
Number three was at the black hole and the same story, different bridge. Hook pops out of the mouth. All 3 fish were 24 or better. The one pictured is a 20 incher and the 14 degree day (warmed to 30 before I left) still provided over 15 fish for me. I ain’t complaining, but……3 lunkers, oh, brother!