A GOOD EVENING & CONTRASTING METHODS
Late one evening in winter I slipped down to the local stream mouth from the bach, just a few minutes away. Although it was well known now that the mouths were fishing and there had been a bit of pressure, there was not another person in sight! It was glassy calm right out to the island, with just little wisps of wind scalloping the lake surface here and there, but far out. To the southwest the sun had just gone over the horizon, etching the mountain range in the clearest pale light. Soon the red glow of the sun setting on the other side started to percolate the sky, tinging it with soft red hues. I knew I would have about 40 minutes of fishing.
I waded right across the channel and underwater bar to the far side of the rip, positioned myself near a white pumice stone marker on the bottom that I knew I could use to locate myself, both safely back from the lip and as a starting point to move left or right as the current swung with any coming wind. There was
