The Grandson and I went back to the Miramichi last week for a few more days fishing salmon.

On Wednesday I had a few half-hearted passes at my fly. Thursday I wounded one and solidly hooked one.

It was a co-operative effort...I hooked it...Grandson played it(first time playing a salmon) and I landed it..

My first salmon in several years.Fly of the day was a white-tailed green machine..About 15 fish were landed

in that pool that day. and about a dozen the day before. Friday morning was a lot slower. Fish were going through,

but not in great numbers. The only disaster of the trip was watching one of my fly boxes float round the bend.

The only consolation for that is that I can blame the Grandson..

 Nice Stephen but you know what I am going to ask. Where are the photo's MR ?  To bad about the fly box. Maybe it will float to somebody down river and it will be their lucky day.   Glad you and the grandson got to reel in a few fish . Sounds like some good times.  Good memories for him he will take with him for ever.   Now if he lives though the lost fly box punishment then he can share those memories and stories with his kids someday.  Sitting by a campfire  cooking up some hot dogs and marshmallows

Quote by: stephen

 Finally mastered the photo thingie.  

I give you an A+ for your effort.

See Yah

Lee