The place was the Kenai River, and I was looking to pick a fight with a king salmon. After we pushed off, I sat in my seat, clenched my rod, and carefully concentrated, following the line down to where it met the water. I was locked into this position. A grizzly bear could have slapped me in the face and I wouldn't have flinched. But as the day progressed, I grew weary (some even say I fell asleep). Then, all hell broke loose.