Dick Goin’s long battle to restore salmon to Washington’s Elwha River is the subject of the recently released full-length film The Memory of Fish.
Big, beautiful Dolly Vardens, a remote river, gin-clear water and great fishing highlight this video.
There are non-celebrity fish — including jacks — that provide a helluva fight. The trick is, “You gotta make 'em angry!”
The first time I ever paid to go fishing was when I took a trip to Iceland in 1980. I had never fished for Atlantic salmon and was looking for some romance, as well as for a new experience in a new land.
The evening began like a fishing daydream. The sun was dropping. The flooding tide and a cool wind were roughly aligned.
Our wives told us: If you catch a king, kill it, and we’ll turn it into ceviche tonight. They said: We’ve got all the fixings at the house, then went downstream to fish for trout. Two beautiful women, late in the long Chilean afternoon, about to work up ample appetites.
The resolute fishermen of Scalpay in the Outer Hebrides still dream of a simple fish of legend and song.
My mind was unconsciously running through the 20 other places I would no doubt have been better off standing.
We approached the charter boat just as the customers were saying their goodbyes to the captain and mate and dragging their coolers to their trucks. It was about 2 p.m. in the afternoon, and the temperature was in the low 90s.
