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Lulled by the hum of the Convair aircrafts twin engine and pleasant thoughts of the monsters to come I drifted off to sleep. It seemed like only moments later that the Convair 580's wheels were rumbling across the gravel strip behind Kasba Lake Lodge. We had arrived! Within an hour and a half Laurie and I were on the water and working the rugged structure Kasba is so noted for. Tony Johnson, our guide, nicknamed A.J. decided we should make the long run to where the Kazan River exited Kasba. Fishing on the main lake had been a bit slow during the past two days due to storms. However, down stream on the river had produced some large trout and plenty of trophy grayling . We wouldn't be able to get as far down the river as the fly out anglers could, but maybe far enough to entice a trophy trout or two. One hour and ten minutes after leaving the lodge we traversed the first outbound rapids on the Kazan. Grayling scurried off beneath the boat bow. Three minutes later, as we passed through a short rapids, water depth dropped off sharply into a 55 foot hole. "Dan, some of the guides claim this hole has big trout. I haven't fished here yet, but it looks good," A.J. announced as our boat slowed to an idle. In four trips to Kasba Lake I had not fished this area of the lake either. With its countless number of Islands,, deep water reefs and hidden bays, an angler finds it impossible to cover the entire 50 mile long lake in a single visit, or in two or three as far as that goes. Laurie would use a large yellow five-of-diamonds, while I snapped on a green Crank Master. Both lures were enormous! But years of fishing the north has taught me one thing. Big bait.... Big fish ! The outlet hole on the Kazan is no more than a city block square we began trolling in a rather tight circle. On the first pass Laurie picked up a 7 pound lake trout. As A.J. placed the net beneath it, he announced the prescense of a much larger fish chasing the small trout. There was hope! On our second round,, right where we'd spotted the big fish, I had a savage hit on the 9 inch Crank Master. The fish was heavy but came to boat quite easily. But once the boat was spotted the trophy headed deep. Each time I'd get him with in five feet of A.J.'s awaiting net he would head deep once again. After the fourth run all fight went out of him and A.J. slid the net under our first Kasba trophy.