I had a couple of hours to spare on a warm summer evening and it had been a while since I had been over to the Vermillion. After a long, sweaty hike through the woods, I finally made it to one of the better holes. I gently eased into the water and began working the head of the pool. We had caught some large fish from this pool and it almost always produced at least one nice fish. I methodically worked my wooly bugger through the pool and then slowly stripped it back after the swing. I got nothing, not even a bump, as I worked my way down through the pool. I got to the tailout of the pool where was a overhanging tree. The water was close to a foot deep, but we had spooked some large fish from this area in the past. My first cast drifted under the branch brought a huge explosion and a big brown took off downriver with my fly. I battled the fish downriver and then back upriver through the pool. It finally tired and I was able to slide it up onto the bank. It was a pretty fish, a male brown with a large hookjaw. I reached to find my camera and realized I had left it at home. Seems like thats always how it works, you catch the largest fish when you forget your camera or are fishing alone and have no way of proving it. I gently slid the fish back into the water and it took off with a splash, ending my fishing for the evening.