Campfire story time
I have only fished la Bonaventure for a few days in the late 1980s. Managed to get a nice male on a parachute dry fly -- the kind I would use for westslopes and redbands in western Canada.
It has be one of the most stunningly beautiful flows I have fished anywhere. There are a few flows in British Columbia that come close but generally they lack the same number and quality of fish.
Naturally, it was a terrific experience because la Bonaventure is an intensely managed ZEC. (A co-managed Controlled exploitation zone). There were some people in the unlimited zone at the upper end but the experience was all very, very pleasant.
I could have done without the rapacious biting insects but then I suppose they are far worse in other parts of Quebec and northern Canada. (Believe me!)
If I were to return, I would use a short 2-hander exclusively. Cast over head in order to lay the fly immediately in front of me. Use a combination of snake rolls and slowed down sustained anchor casts for the rest. Repeatedly casting and drifting dry flies through the same 1,5 metre slot can sometimes be highly effective and I see absolutely no reason why a short 2-hander cannot do that.
During that time my wife and I were both students at Université Laval in Quebec City. So imagine I am living off of C$7,500 to C$8,500 per year and very happily paying $10 to $40 per day to fish first-rate, quality Atlantic salmon and sea-run brook charr.
The vehicle for the Bonaventure, York and Dartmouth trip was an older Volkswagon Rabbit that cost me roughly C$500. The suspension was high enough to cope with the dirt road to the upper Bonaventure but the day before arriving, it had rained hard and there were large, deep puddles. Water splashed up behind the dash and on to circuit board/engine control unit. (In hindsight, that was a well known problem with Rabbits.)
On the way back home, somewhere near Rimouski, we parked the Rabbit on the north side of Highway 132 while picking up an item or two at the roadside convenience on the south side of the highway. The Rabbit started all by itself and proceeded in the direction of Quebec City. I ran across the highway, jumped in and got the vehicle under control.
A local mechanic at the roadside stop very kindly agreed to take a stab at the wiring and fixed up the vehicle so we could limp home. He advised that we not turn the ignition off during the return trip. It worked and the following day the Rabbit was picked up for the scrap yard. That was the third and final automobile that I scrapped in a 5-year period but, hey!, who is counting?
Science is not common sense. Much of it is devoted to a systematic documentation of what we do not know and understand.