I know we have had these threads before, but I always love hearing the bizarre stuff people bring up fly fishing. Today I was swinging big nasties through a deep run I love, and after releasing a really nice slab of a bow, I hooked what I thought was his very big brother. This thing took me into my backing and had me booking down stream. I the waning light, I kept seeing silver flashes and then broad white fins curling.....I surely had a monster as it put on the gas and ran down stream again. I kept thinking the fight was going on too long, and I was worried I was over-stressing the fish, and decided to put on the pressure regardless of the outcome so I could get it released as soon as possible. I put side pressure on it to work it out of the main current and pulled it into some slackwater. I skillfully landed and admired the broken pieces of the back of an aluminum lawn chair that I had so masterfully fought and landed. The big fins I had seen were large tattered fabric pieces undulating in the current. I scanned the banks hoping some onlooker would have seen it all and given me a slow clap to top off the scene.