Madison Fork Ranch June 29, 1979 (cont.) Again this evening Carl sneaked off from the dinner table to fish the pond. And this time he hit the jackpot. On a middler moon now he took just a 13" brookie, which made him very happy because it represented breakfast (I had saved the 14" rainbow for my breakfast). He then continued to cast as next hooked a 15" brown which apparently did a lot of jumping before he was subdued and landed. In the meantime even in the pitch dark he could see and hear other big fish wallowing about. The third one he hooked was apparently a monster, and kept Carl busy till almost midnight. I was reading and awaiting his return, and began to get a bit uneasy, although I was sure a big fish was the cause of his tardiness. Carl had forgotten his net, and when it came to beaching the big boy the hook pulled out and the fish escaped. But the adventure was enjoyed by all. June 30, 1979 We packed our gear after breakfast and said good-bye to Maggie, Marilyn and the girls. Stopped at Bob Kelly's to see Barry, but he was floating. Carl bought a reel, line, and some leader material -- a new trout fisherman ready to give 'em hell. Carl flew off to Denver, I caught a later plane to Salt Lake and home.