The first fish was mine and I flailed as I tried to keep the rod holder around my waist from flipping downward. “Bend with your knees, not your back,” Don shouted. “Lift and reel down, lift and reel down.”
The fish was winning the battle against this walleye fisherman, accustomed to 2- to 3-pounders on 6-pound-test line. The big sturgeon twisted and turned upstream, hugging the bottom the whole time. Finally, just before my left forearm exploded, the fish reached the surface. I felt as if I was a pugilist in the 10th round […]