The biggest fish I ever caught, a magnificent Golden Mahseer at the confluence of the Saru and Mahakali rivers in the Kumaon Himalaya of India (1989). I was fishing with a seven foot fiberglass rod, with 12 lbs line, using a silver and brass spoon. On light gear I fought this fish for well over an hour before it tired and came into the shallows. I didn’t have a scale to weigh the fish but estimated the weight to be around 3g lbs, but the weight doesn’t matter. I can still remember every minute of the experience even though it happened over 20 years ago. Jim Corbett summed up this experience beautifully in the chapter The Fish of My Dreams in his book Man-eaters of Kumaon:
I had no means of weighing the fish and at a rough guess both the men and I put it at 50 Ib.
The weight of the fish is immaterial, for weights are soon forgotten. Not so forgotten are the surroundings in which the sport is indulged in. The steel blue of the fern-fringed pool where the water rests a little before cascading over rock and shingle to draw breath again in another pool more beautiful than the one just left, the flash of the gaily-coloured kingfisher as he breaks the surface of the water, shedding a shower of diamonds from his wings as he rises with a chirp of delight, a silver minnow held firmly in his vermilion bill, the belling of the sambur are the clear tuneful call of the chital apprising the jungle folk that the tiger, whose pug marks show wet on the sand where a few minutes before he crossed the river, is out in search of his dinner. These are things that will not be forgotten and will live in my memory, the lodestone to draw me back to that beautiful valley, as yet unspoiled by the hand of man.
The Fish of my Dreams in the book Man-eaters of Kumaon by Jim Corbett
My smile says it all…………