
Five o’clock Saturday morning in the hills of Amador County, I was zigzagging through windy roads in the dark. The “Historic Main St. Jackson” sign offered a point of light to contrast the dark twisted highways in between. I was about halfway to the lake, on a mission for a lunker kokanee salmon.
With rumors of monster kokanee swirling, I had scrambled to schedule a trip to New Melones Reservoir on August 24. I even packed my SLR camera just in case I actually got one. The morning started out slow, with a few fish showing up here and there. Rj Sanchez and his uncle Danny joined me in my boat. As we trolled across a shaded underwater point, the depth slowly started to drop. 40…45…50 feet deep. I was trying to lower my downrigger weight along the bottom to match the depth. 60…65 feet deep. I saw a small group of fish on the sonar unit hugging the bottom. As I cranked forward on the clutch of my Cannon downrigger, wire played off the spool. THUD. I felt the weight contact bottom and I locked it into place. I paused with tension - knowing that my lure was fluttering through a school of fish at that very moment.
Not more than five seconds later, the rod tip violently surged. “Here we go,” I muttered, as I grabbed the rod and reeled into the fish. After a few cranks, I noticed that I was reeling against the drag. I stopped reeling and held the rod out to the side. PUMP-PUMP-PUMP…I couldn’t gain any