I grew up in the heart of bull trout country. When I was 7 my Dad took our family on a 10 day pack trip into the Willmore. We camped at several sites along the upper Sulfer river and found some beauty holes along the way. I remember casting into the middle of the stream and snagging the bottom . At the same time I happened to notice a bully sitting behind a log to my left. Unable to get my hook free I stuck my finger in the water and the bulltrout chomped it. Shortly after I got my spinner out and casted in the pool the fish swam into and caught a chunky 2lber.
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