10/17/2025
āLike so many other summer nights on the Kenai, I couldnāt wait to get off work and get to the river. This Saturday evening, however, would be a little different. My brother-in-law, Dave Dykstra, had called and asked if I wanted to go out with him after work and see if we could stir up a King or two. I couldnāt get off work soon enough. Dave and I had been fishing together since we were teens growing up in Oregon, and he was one of the best around at finding big fish.
At the time, there was a Kenai King Derby, and a $10.00 ticket got you a chance at up to $50,000.00. I had a few bucks in my pocket, chose beverages over a ticket, and off to the boat I went.
We started the evening off hitting some of our favorite holes with not much going on, but we knew the tide was pushing and were hopeful that we would put a big Kwikfish in front of some Kings. As the evening wore on, we decided to hit our last and favorite hole. Itās a long, deep slot with a big boulder about halfway down. I always joked with Dave that he had better run my set right by that boulder because I knew a big one would be laying in the slack right behind it.
Well, that night I was right, and just as we moved down on the spot, there was an explosion that you only know if youāve ever hooked big fish. If youāre not paying attention, the takedown of a Kenai King will rip the rod right out of your hands. The fish made several runs, spooling out line and making my reel scream. We knew we had a big one, but until she broke the surface, we didnāt have any idea how big. The first time she surfaced, there was a collective āoh my, thatās a big fish.ā
We brought her to the boat at least three times before we finally tired her out enough to attempt netting her. Dave was running the boat, barking directions, and preparing to net as well. It was quite a circus to watch, Iām sure, but weād done it before many times and were confident in our approach. After about 45 minutes, we had her in the boat, and we all just stared in aweā¦ā
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