The Peaceful Days

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Published on Nov 25, 2014 by Editor in chief

We came to the west coast to meet a friend. When we arrived we discovered he had to stay home in Canada with pneumonia, missing his trip to New Zealand. The west coast has had horrible weather of late, this week no different. Even our most reliable spring creeks are black as there is so much water about. We found a spring clear enough to fish and the browns we found were “gimmies’, taking virtually anything put in front of them. As we sat on a bank, it hit us how gentle that day had become, the birds out and chirping, the fish ‘on’, the air still, yet alive. For all the bluster of big storms in procession, there emerged a peaceful day.


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