fishing in a river
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2015.10.18
For the first time in decades, I fished in a river. It was the Rouge, we stayed in the estuary because the river proper was closed due to the salmon having spawned. It was a beautiful day for catching nothing. Ken found a lure that'll be a nice addition once I've prized off the rusted treble hooks.