FISH OF COUNTLESS CASTS
have misspent the last 32 years of my life in pursuit of Atlantic salmon. I have very little to show for it. A dented Subaru; a singular collection of double-handed rods; enough fly lines to stretch from Doaktown, New Brunswick, to Cascapédia, Québec; a handful of beat-up Bogdan reels. I’ve never been married and have no children. I do own my home, which is perhaps my finest achievement. As I’m gone most of
