Praise the Lord and Pass the Atlantic Salmon on the Miramichi ASAP
5th May 2008
Today fly fishing is much less about fishing and way more about the ritual of celebrating an atavism mostly faded from modern memory. New Brunswick is blessed with countless gravel bed gin clear or stout colored boreal rivers flowing to the North Atlantic. Most are gentle in their grade and flow – long gone the alpine gorges. Read the rest of this entry »
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