The drag was squalling. There’s no better word for it. No staccato clicks at all. No crescendo. Just one long note of protest.
The protest began as gills flared after a nervous cast and one strip. I remember outfitter Ryan Lambert yelling at me to set the hook, then raw power transmitted from leader to line to rod. The reel took the brunt of it with a silky smooth confidence and that shrieking battle cry.