I was living in northern Vermont, and regularly fished the Lamoille River. Sometimes, early in the season or after a rain, my buddies and I would use pike-sized bait and target the big browns in the river. We’d had our eyes on one stretch of water, where we’d seen a big fish crashing shiners early in the morning. So after an all-night rain, my buddy Ted and I decided to give that fish a shot. We stopped at a beaver pond on the way and caught some creek chubs for bait and, as the sun touched the treetops, took up stations a 100 yards or so apart along the Lamoille’s shore. I clipped a couple fins on a chub, hooked it through the lips and tossed it out. A brown trout with a flank like a canoe paddle hit my shiner like he was being fed in a tank. I flipped the bail and let him run. Six inches is a lot of chub for even a big brown. This fish was over 5, probably 8-10, and I can still see the yellow flash of his sides in the murky water.