I asked my father to join me for a little morning fly fishing on the Bow Riversouth of Calgary, AB (Canada). We had spent the last few days cooped up in thehouse and he was glad to join me on the river. We made our way down to afavorite spot of mine and I began to slowly nymph my way down stream. Ihad some early success in the day, but things had been quite for about anhour. Just as I began to loose focus, I saw a quick flash about 4 feetfrom shore, before I could even focus on what it was my rod slammed forwardand line immediately began to peel off my fly reel. I had no option but tohold tight and watch my line scream across the river. I knew it was alarge fish by the way it was taking line. I slowly began to make myway down the icy banks as I was already well into my backing. I could hearmy father laughing behind me wondering at what point I was going to slipinto the frigid water. It wasn’t long before I was shedding some very wetclothes onto the shore. The fish began the first decent run upstream now, andI was scrambling to keep up with his sudden rush towards me. Just as Ibegan to gain some ground, the fish darted across the river again anddownstream, again taking me well into the backing. I was very determinednow to land this beast and decided to make any necessary sacrifices.After about 20 min I finally had my sights on the largest Bull Trout I haveever had the experience of fighting. With my father’s aid, we managed toland this beast and were able to get a few photos. We figure he was asolid 30 inches and about 10lbs. We decided then and there that we hadjust started a new family Christmas tradition.