This is the view looking southward at dawn from the cement bridge where the 7th Line crosses the Bighead River south of Meaford. The sun was just about to rise signaling the end of the best time for fishing. Those rings in the centre of the pool were made by a trout that grabbed something from the surface for breakfast.
The world was coming alive with the sounds of spring and the dawn of a new day. A pack of coyotes had been yipping for a couple of hours as we fished in the dark. Some great horned owls were also having a conversation. Those sounds were being replaced by the calls of daytime.
We were fishing for rainbows on the Bighead River in April 1988 just south of Meaford, Ontario. I caught a couple of nice ones.
The world was coming alive with the sounds of spring and the dawn of a new day. A pack of coyotes had been yipping for a couple of hours as we fished in the dark. Some great horned owls were also having a conversation. Those sounds were being replaced by the calls of daytime.
We were fishing for rainbows on the Bighead River in April 1988 just south of Meaford, Ontario. I caught a couple of nice ones.
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