Spot on Brian! There was a fish flashing and two porpoised as dusk settled in, but they would not come to a swung wet fly. Of all the places we fished I felt most like I'd get a grab that evening.
Topher Browne, our moderator and a disciple
of wild atlantic salmon, covers the pool
If I could dream a salmon stream, it would be the Bonaventure. If I could spend a week exploring any salmon river, it would be the Grand Cascapedia below the forks with a big spey rod. The region seemed to me every bit of the legend it's fabled to be. Although I could not find a salmon willing to take my fly, the short visit only made me lust for more. I will do it differently when I return.