This time I win the battle. I hold up the dolly varden for a quick photo
and then release him to go back to the feeding lanes behind the red salmon that
drew him here. In a moment I'll be turned around and in position to repeat
the whole process over again. I'll be alert to the
hesitation of the flyline or a sharp tap on my flyrod that tells me my egg
fooled another hungry trout. It's been like this all the
way down the side channel today with almost continuous hookups. However, I can recall days where I've had to work to keep from coming back empty
handed, but then again, who's counting. When you're having
this much fun time seems to stand still. My wife Shellie has
commented to me on more than one occasion that fishermen don't have the same perception of time that normal
humans have. I couldn't agree with her more, but I'll worry later about the
commitment I made to be off the river by 8 PM. I can't be concerned
about such trivial details now. I've got more trout to catch and the fishing may
not always be this good. I know that I will devote the last 5 minutes of
the float to trying to come up with a plausible excuse for being late that
someone who doesn't fish can understand. Meanwhile this fly fisherman's time passes rather pleasantly right here on the Kenai.
Pictures taken by Jimmy Harvey
Last updated on: Nov 21, 1999
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