As in marriage, so in fishing; one’s choice is made by accident. One opens the door of a room; and there, for better or for worse, the lady sits. One sees a river from a train, a car, one halts to stretch one’s legs and is lost.
John Inglis Hall, Fishing a Highland Stream; a Love Affair with a River (Putnam and Co, 1960).
In Fishing a Highland Stream, John Inglis Hall writes of his love affair with the River Truim, a tributary of Scotland’s famous River Spey. If you have traveled between Perth and Inverness, you have probably seen this river. However, when Hall first began to fish the Truim in the 1940’s, its course was less widely known by the public.
My own home waters remain more remote. But like Hall, I first came to them accidentally. My family chose to build a cabin on the banks of what is now my favorite trout lake and just over the ridge from my favorite river. Naturally, I grew familiar with these waters over time, and I have come to love them as much as Hall loved the River Truim.
I visited these waters last weekend, and I look forward to doing so again in a few days. Included here are a few pictures, which will explain my love.
July 1, 2014 at 3:58 AM |
From the few pictures. I can identify with your sentiments. Wow! It looks like a gem.
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July 1, 2014 at 10:08 AM |
It is. Let me know if you are ever in the states, and I’ll show you.
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July 2, 2014 at 1:10 AM
Thanks.I will for sure!
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