Drifting Home (2010)
“It is perhaps the most delicious fish I know but then I have eaten only grayling freshly caught from swift-flowing, ice cold waters. When I was a boy of eight I once consumed eight grayling at a single sitting at a fishing camp on Rock creek, a Klondike tributary. That was the year my sister Lucy caught the largest grayling taken that season from Yukon waters and got her photograph in the Toronto Globe. I remember it very well: the small child with the chubby knees holding up the big fish, her ...large brown eyes, which were her mother’s and are now her son’s, squinting slightly beneath her bangs as she looked into the sun. My Aunt Maude was not amused: “Teaching the child to torture animals!” she said with a snort–or so I heard later.
I am not a fisherman. I have caught only one grayling in my life and that was under very odd circumstances during the Goldrush Festival in Dawson in 1962. The town was full of newspaper cronies, all of whom had brought along fishing tackle. They treated me as an expert and asked where the best spots were.MoreLess
I am not a fisherman. I have caught only one grayling in my life and that was under very odd circumstances during the Goldrush Festival in Dawson in 1962. The town was full of newspaper cronies, all of whom had brought along fishing tackle. They treated me as an expert and asked where the best spots were.MoreLess
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