I was so excited about getting to the river yesterday, I left my soft-weight at home and wound up using a

heavy crayfish thingy to get my Prince down.

Forget about leiderhosen, alpenhorns and the chicken dance, October is for smolting.

The Macae de Cima creek is a mountain stream that has cool and constant flows year round--and it's also possible to fish for wild rainbows all year round, and they are gorgeous. 

"This was supposed to be a bonefish."

Apparently no one on the FDA has had a fresh sockeye -- wild caught, bled on ice and delivered to market with craft and care -- or their taste buds are so deadened from years of convincing themselves ketchup is a vegtable, that they honestly cannot taste the difference between a real fish, and a slow witted, glassy-eyed "Atlantic" salmon with a bit of Chinook and eel pout thrown in for good measure.

photo: wild BC salmon fry and parasites. www.adopt-a-fry.org