Arsenaults Hill

I've learned to expect this on every trip I've taken. A moment where I feel unsettled. A moment where I hear myself wondering, "What are you doing?". And it often comes in the very beginning of a trip when I'm still in "pedal to the metal" mode. Long driving days, trying to see everything all at once, not giving myself permission to slow down. Usually accompanied by loose ends at work that are still requiring my attention or little fires with tenants, also requiring my attention. I felt those emotions over the last few days but the return trip to Margaree River is helping to soothe and refocus.
Last year, I came through here by mistake and had a fishing day with a generous local gentleman who showed me all the good spots! So this year, despite the fact that the gentleman I mentioned is away for a few weeks, I have the good fortune of knowing right where to go. It is cold still(49 degrees), and the apple blossoms and leaves are just coming into full bloom but the salmon, according to locals, always arrive by June 10th. It is now June 14th. And there is no sign of them yet. I'll wait til morning, fish one more session and then push on northward. Anyone know the "Salmon Dance"?Read more