The guessing game didn't last long, as the fish came to the surface. It was my biggest ever spotted gar. I have caught gar on the fly in the past using rope flies and was honestly never impressed with their spunk or fight. This fish changed that perception. I was the recipient of several line stripping runs and was starting to wonder how I would actually be able to land and control this beast.
Finally, after several failed attempts, I got the fish into a shallow spot where I could get my hands on it. Obtaining decent photos of a fish this long, by myself, was quite the chore. I did the best I could do. This fish had really cool spotting on its tail, flashing a little beauty for what most consider to be a trash fish.
No smallies came to hand in the brief outing, but the big gar made it a memorable time on the water. As Forrest Gump famously said about life, this river is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you're gonna get. As a few parting shots, this fish tagged me on the left arm and right hand, drawing a small amount of blood on both.