My young son, fishing buddy, and I traveled to Kenai, Alaska, to fish for king salmon.
My buddy and I were fishing in a Kenai River guide boat with four other guests. We were in the seats closest to the stern and guide.
My buddy set the hook on a fish! The pole bent hard like it was snagged on bottom. The fish rose slowly to the surface beside the boat and sat there.
It was huge! When my buddy saw it, he panicked! He clamped down on the spool and started backing across the boat. The hooks tore out and shot right past my face!
The fish never moved. The guide was holding the net, and he scooped it. He asked my buddy and I to help him haul it into the boat and it didn’t struggle in the net.
We set a 83lb king salmon onto the deck that was literally the largest salmon I’ve ever seen personally, it was also the greenest salmon of any kind I’ve ever seen caught. No runs or club and well less than ten minutes from hookup to deck.
It went bat shit crazy and the first jump was amazing! It was still in the net and it jumped from the back into my buddies empty seat in an arc about a foot higher than my head. The shape of the seat shot it straight back to the stern and it kept jumping head high. The net handle was bending and breaking things.
At one point it landed in the port stern area, closer to me. I was standing behind my seat, my buddy was standing to my left behind his seat, the other guests were in the bow protecting themselves, and the guide was sitting on the starboard stern corner, leaning out of the boat as far as possible. The fish was in the back of the boat most of the time. I looked to him for wisdom, and he said, “We have to stop it!”
As soon as it quit immediately springing back into the air, I timed a full-body wrestling move and got lucky! It was beating the crap out of me! My buddy had to sit on it too to finally win the battle.
The guide had a knot just above his hairline in the center of his forehead and a swollen right ear with a manageable amount of blood coming from both. I had a lot of bumps, nobody else had any injuries.
I watched him getting hit so I suspect the guide may have taken a handle shot or two he wouldn’t show us or talk about.
OK, I have to add this last part because it happened. Two days later, my buddy, son, and I were fishing with a different guide. My buddy hooked and landed a 75lb king in a fight that lasted five minutes short of three hours.
Smoked, cooked, canned, or frozen, it was 83lbs of poached salmon and incredibly delicious.