A family friend remembers a story better than I do, of he, my dad and I fishing at Sekiu in a rented kicker boat, when I was a little kid.
My dad is very much into the art of playing a salmon, the timing of perfectly setting the hook and then playing the fish until the fish is done. It can take an hour to land a big fish my dad's way, and it was wonderful sport.
A fish hit my line as we sat there drifting... the tell-tale "zzzzzzzzzzz" of a salmon running hard. My dad reached for my pole to do it for me. Our friend says he grabbed my dad's arm and said "Don't you dare! That is her fish!" Heh.