Join Date: Jun 2013
Location: Southern Ontario
Well I am back from my journey to the "ROCK".
What a place. Huge vistas, lots of rain and black flies, and some of the most friendly people.
Due to majority of the rivers being at the end of their season, I decided to walk sections of different rivers and just soak in the scenery. I also used my imagination of how nice it would be to fish these rivers in early July.
I was unable to get the above recommended guide, however, I was able to find a guide for a half day on the lower Humber. What a river. When looking from the highway it is a very unassuming river. Not much in the way of visible features.
Anyways, at this time of the year, the big run of fish is all but done, however, if you want to trophy fish, this is the time. For me, this was really exciting. Of course, all the locals thought that lady luck would not help me out. Fortunately, they were wrong.
In the 4.5 hrs of fishing I was able to move two fish on a huge bug. Best of all it was right beside the boat. The huge salmon came up twice, and of course turned at the last possible second. This fish was knowingly teasing me and giving my heart a good check. After resting the fish, and then reworking the "window" of the fish's lie, I decided to move to different tactics and focus on different water.
Fully disheartened as I thought this was my only chance, I began to swing a wet, down and across, at a lonely boulder in a flat bowl. Cast, swing, strip out a foot of line, repeat. I repeat this over and over, my hands are blistering and my attention span disappearing. I of course look away on the swing of cast number 400 and something, only to look back to see what was the remnants of a boil, and my line tightening at a real quick pace.
FISH ON. Finally, my first Sea Run Atlantic Salmon. 15 lbs of muscle pulsating through the air, then downriver 200 ' in 3 seconds, then again in the air. My knees again are moving like engine pistons, my mind is rushing with thoughts and my heart bpm was unchartable.
Several more runs away only to turn on a dime and come right for the boat. Uh OH, there is no way I can catch up to the fish. Well I did.
After a great 15 minute battle, my guide handled the beautiful male, with a great quick release.
I now have a memory that will forever be engrained in my head, and be the subject of many great daydreams at work.