Thursday, November 9, same river, 364 days later. Kokanee run was even better than the previous year. Browns were still spawning, but it was pretty much over. I had made a quick scouting trip the previous Sunday in anticipation of an old Army buddy visiting from Kansas over the Veteran's Day weekend. Caught 10 or so kokanee on egg patterns and one nice 22" rainbow. My daughter still has my Pentax Optio, so I have no way to prove it. Just trust me. Fast forward four days. For this trip, my wife offered me her Casio, so I took it along, though I doubted that lightning would strike twice. Arrived at the river at 8:30 am with temperatures around 34 degrees, but rising quickly. Geared up as fast as I could to get the jump on a couple of guided trips. Headed directly to the same hole that I had taken the rainbow in previously. Some fresh fish had squirted up the river in the interim and I hooked a hot hen kokanee on the first cast on a micro san juan worm. I hooked and brought to hand at least 10 more hens from the same slot, but no trout. I started to get tired of it, so I invited an older fellow over that was fishing the tailout without success. He was a vet, having served in Germany in the 60's in a Field Artillery unit. He said that he had gotten some frost bite in Graf and was having a hard time tying on all these years later. I fixed him up with a strike indicator and showed him how to get a dead drift by high sticking his rod. The rod was actually one of those spinning/fly fishing combo deals with spinning guides. He said that it had cost him $40, but he thought that he had purchased too hastily. He missed a couple of strikes, but finally started to get the hang of it. I wished him well, thanked him for his service to our country, and drifted off downstream. By 3:00 pm, the kokanee had pretty well worn me out. I was fishing a 9 1/2 foot Sage XP 6 weight, but the big male kokanee put quite a bend in it. My shoulders were aching. I was getting hungry and dehydrated from the hike back to the car. I decided to stop at the same spot that I had begun the day with and was surprised to find it open. LDR'd another hot hen on my first cast. On the third cast, the stike indicator went down with authority and the fish hung low in the hole, shaking it's head. Trout on! I finally got the fish to move a little and I realized that I was into a really nice fish. I hollered at a couple of guys down below me for help netting the fish. The first pass with the net missed. I nearly panicked, but the fish was netted on the second swipe. We released the fish quickly after a picture, so I didn't get the tape on it. I'm guessing 24". It's nice to see rainbows like that around despite whirling disease. I think that this one will be hard to beat!