Really wanted to stay home and watch the games but my buddy had an open spot on a float and I couldn't resist. On the "S" river at 8 and it was plenty chilly. Had some trouble loosening up but after a little while I was bombing my 7wt two hander. At our third stop I got of the raft and walked about 25 feet. A strips and a flick to get the sink tip out and a second to get half the shooting head going and pow. My first bull trout. Around 22" and strong but very thin and snake like. Maybe a post spawner? Couple minutes later with with a pic and wiggle it shot back towards the feeder creek it may have just come from. Two stops later we were well into the run. My buddy was first through and was a hundred or so feet below me. I was knee deep river right and had about seventy five feet of line out. Was almost to the hang down when BAM! Felt like I hooked a Buick. Fish gave two solid tails slaps not more then a rod and a half away from my friend who thought Moby was coming after him. Then something strange happened. The fish went Chinook on me. Went deeper into the river and just started head shaking and rolling. Not the arial show that I have experienced a couple times before on the single handful of steelhead I have hooked and lost, but more of the down and dirty slugfest of a fish still in the ocean. Our guide Andrew though at first it may be a big Bull Trout due to way it fought. A couple minutes later he saw the flash of chrome and hustled back to the raft for the net. Felt like a addition half hour but more likely over the next five minutes we see-sawed from sink tip to running line a dozen times as the fish ran. Each time we swapped line my confidence wavered and I thought at any second I would be left slack lined, hands on my knees, wondering what happened. I asked Andrew what to do different and he said the fish runs the show and to keep doing what I was doing. I kept waiting for the fish to go ballistic but a few see-saws later and it was close enough to net. The second it was netted the small intruder ish fly I tied popped out. I let out a loud whoop and was super excited with the estimated 12-13lb, 32 3/4" hatchery hen. I saved the fly and it will have a place at my tying table forever. Big thanks to my friend Jeff for the invite and a huge shout out to Andrew of The Avid Angler for his job on the sticks and the river knowledge he shared.