Here is a Freshwater Bay story for you Dusty.
This is the only fish story that I recall my father ever telling. He fished for over 60 years, so one fish story may have been the real deal? I guess I will never know for sure. Back about 1956 or 57 my father hooked into a monster halibut very near Freshwater Bay. We camped there for two weeks every August and he would fish for salmon to take to the cannery in Port Angeles. He was rowing a 9 foot boat, and was fishing with a metal rod, wire line, and a huge snubber. He was fishing for salmon. As he told the story later (and we all know how fish stories go) he hooked into a halibut and fought it for a very long time before he managed to get it up off of the bottom and near enough to the boat so that he could get a good look at it. He said that it was nearly as long as the boat. Well, that does seem a bit huge, but subtracting for exaggeration, it still must have been a big fish. The day before he had lost his gaff hook, and had made a new one out of my brothers baseball bat and the largest treble hook that he had. OK, so what the heck was he thinking? There is no way in the world that he can land a huge halibut in a 9 foot rowboat and live to tell about it. A 50 pounder could tear up the boat. Maybe he wanted to tow it to shore, not sure. Anyway, he gaffed the fish and the two hooks that went into the fish immediately straighten out. Then, the large snubber broke and the fish was gone. I remember seeing the gaff hook and the broken snubber. It must have been a big one! Robbi