interesting thoughts. thanks
interesting thoughts. thanks
I'd release it. Although smaller, my brother caught a 15" brown on the LR a couple of years ago (definite trophy for the park) and he let it go without any pictures (he left his camera in the car). It's a special memory for both of us even if I didn't get to see it.
I caught a 23.5" brown a couple of years ago and, although it wasn't legally big enough to keep, it still gave me great pleasure to see her swim away. Even if I catch one over 24" I'll just take pictures and measurements and let him/her go.
That's easy for me. Let it go. I never carry a camera. I just don't care that much about trophies. If nobody believes me because I don't have a picture, well, I just don't care about that either. I want to sp nd my time living. Not making sure I'll be able to re-live it.
Funny the difference in perspective. It wouldn't be a delima for me at all. I would take supreme joy in the catch, and equal joy in the release. I would probably quit for the day.
“The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
I was fortunate enough to run into that situation once, although it was a Smallmouth Bass. We were about 4 miles from anywhere, floating the Staunton River in VA. We anchored the canoe to fish a deep green hole under a railroad trestle when she hit, boiled the top, then went deep. I had the heart in the throat for a few minutes before I got her boatside and lifted her. 4 solid pounds, 20 plus inches, and no camera! My Dad said throw her back, and I sat there a few minutes swimming her by the lip thinking because there's not a handful of Smallies in that river that size and nobody will believe this! Then it happened, I heard the train coming, and Dad lifted the anchor to get out from under the trestle. The engineer happened to look down and I hoisted that Bass up as he did. He gave a thumbs up and a honk on the horns and I turned her loose. I figured I had at least 2 witnesses now, even if I didn't know one of them. Good memories of fishing with my Dad and floating the rivers.
<(((>< In tribute to Ben, Duck Hunter extraordinaire, and man's best friend.
Great fish! Release it quick and savor the memory. Like some else said, you can come back and catch her again with your camera ready. Grins