Brett’s grandfather loved to fish on the Southwest Miramichi, and when he died, Brett asked to have his fishing rods, since they went fishing a lot together. We also found his fly cases. And in them were the flies Brett had tied at fishing camp at the Atlantic Salmon Museum. They were not good flies. But they’d been carefully placed in the cases alongside the real ones. You reminded me of this! I don’t know where the cases are in here!
I love this. Especially that his flies were placed next to the “real” ones. 💕 If Brett ever wants to go fishing up here, Ben always loves a reason to get out on the river 😃
Awesome Philip K. Dick reference! ;-)
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Ooh, this one is cool
Everything about this post has absolutely fascinated me, Bryn! Fabulous work - the words, the pictures and of course the fly-tying!
Thanks so much, Rebecca! 🐟
(I tried to think of a suitable fish pun as means of reply, but I cod not.)
🤣 Oh, you're brilliant, Bryn - congeratulations! But of course Substack is just the plaice for such a dab hand at wordplay as you!
Brett’s grandfather loved to fish on the Southwest Miramichi, and when he died, Brett asked to have his fishing rods, since they went fishing a lot together. We also found his fly cases. And in them were the flies Brett had tied at fishing camp at the Atlantic Salmon Museum. They were not good flies. But they’d been carefully placed in the cases alongside the real ones. You reminded me of this! I don’t know where the cases are in here!
I love this. Especially that his flies were placed next to the “real” ones. 💕 If Brett ever wants to go fishing up here, Ben always loves a reason to get out on the river 😃