
I am all for the safe handling of fish; especially trout. But I’ve seen plenty of things in my decades of being outdoors to dispel any assertions that trout are delicate organisms living their lives in constant threat of mortal peril. You can kill a fish if you’re careless. They’re also a lot more robust that we give them credit for.
Empirically, fish persevere because they get big and perpetuate their populations. Anecdotally, I’ve encountered trout that should not be alive but are.
There was the sixteen-inch rainbow with the snagging hook stuck in it’s gut. Just north of his anal fin, the golf ball sized treble hook sat embedded and snug. The fish ate my fly just fine. He fought well; perhaps from the perpetual weight lifting he had been engaging in for who knows how long. There was no sign of infection. There wasn’t any indication of malnourishment or stress. I removed the hook, tossed him back in, and he swam away. I’m confident he’s awaiting an opportunity to repay the favor.









