Four years exactly

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On September 28 four years ago I fished a pool call Moors on the River Cains (in New Brunswick, Canada). It was a wild and beautiful place and it produced a thumping big salmon that day.

That was then and this is now, or was last night.

We drove through the forest.

img_0459I tied on a hairy red fly. Then after 5 casts decided it was too hairy and too red. So I put on a small black one. Well, quite small, dressed on a single barbless hook.

I fished. Nothing happened.

20160927_175137Then Tyler who accompanied and drove us out there joined me at the tail. We discussed my need to put a sinking tip on my lines.  We talked about fishing right down to the Vee at the post-tail of the pool.

We talked about other stuff.

Tyler turned and then it happened. Jag jag soft tug soft tug why grilse hello.

Fish! FISH?

Fish.

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And it was good.

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Finally, Tyler (Byzie’s son don’t ya know) ran with the fish to the cage for the hatchery. It was all a bit of a blur.

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About henrygiles

Born to fish forced to work and fish
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