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With this mind we motored off down to a quiet little backwater which we'd previously found to be full
of fish up to around ten pounds, and to get the task done quickly so as to concentrate on the real job at
hand, we decided that all the rods were hers, and thankfully, within minutes she was in. But not
unfortunately with the ten pounder we had been aiming for.
After quite a protracted battle with lots of begging for assistance, all of which fell on deaf ears, she had
a one hundred and seven pounder in the boat. And there was I still waiting for my ton up fish.
That fish, like most of the others, had fallen to a small bag of salmon eggs fished hard on the bottom on
a very short trace. Scent here is crucial, certainly in the early part of the summer when we were there
on account of the clarity of the water, which looks like dilute milk due to the phenomenon of glacial
flour.
Over the winter, the slowly creeping ice forming the glaciers grinds away at the bedrock creating a sort
of talcum powder, which later, when the ice melts, colours the river to the point where visibility is
virtually nil.
Obviously, this can't be a year round problem, because the Fraser is one of the most famous multi
species salmon rivers in the world, and fly fishing would be virtually impossible if it remained coloured
in that way.
Phill Williams, 155 pound White Sturgeon
This was our final day before moving on to Vancouver, so a result was very much required, and quickly.
Worried that Dawns big fish might have been it, our skipper Chad motored in to another quiet reed
fringed back water, and after setting out the bigger baits, had me fish a couple of salmon eggs on a light
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