Four years exactly


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?



And it was good.


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.


About henrygiles

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