Anglers Journal

Ties That Bind

My only son Diego is 17 and will be leaving home in a year. The impending change is what put us inside the small, thin-shelled, plastic and aluminum cabin of a Robinson R44 helicopter.

We are slowly descending into a valley in New Zealand where the Māori hunted herds of South Island giant moa to extinction. Today, the river that flows between two chains of mountains in the Southern Alps is teeming with brown and rainbow trout that Europeans introduced in the 1800s.

Seated amid the thunder of rotating helicopter blades, I

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