Spent Yesterday drifting the Sky with Mike DIckson. My partner missed a fish early. Gave a good tug and let go. We fished for about 4 more hours when he said he thought he saw one roll. We gave him some "yeah sure you did" but then I proceeded to hit the head of the hole on the fast water seam. I'd swung the run first now was trying a float with an black egg sucking leach. First cast and the float went down. I saw a large bright as a new dime silver fish flash and then all hell broke loose. It ran almost the length of the pool - a good hundred yards before it stopped. I fought it for a while getting it back a little only to have it run again and again. It never came to the top, just kept pushing closer and closer to the fast water. Finally it started to go down to the next pool and we jumped into the boat and followed it. Lucky we did, because it hunkered down between two rock ledges. Mike told me to try to lift it up, but the line was stuck. Thought it was all over, then felt a little pop and really thought it was over, but then felt the fish. It took me another 15 minutes to get it to shore after numerous runs. No surprise it was a native = but I was surprised how big it was - pushing 14 or so pounds. I've caught a number of 20lbers on a casting rod winter fishing, but none came close to fighting as hard as this fly caught fish. I had a big smile as I released it and watched it swim away.