Here are some photos to go with the three Winter Fishing stories from the November archives: Winter Fishing on the Upper Squamish, And the World Was Silent and From the River.

cb rigs his fly rod and readies himself of the shore of the Squamish River. The snow had just started at this point.

cb takes a break from fishing as we move up the river in search of fish.

A chum salmon rests in the shallows in the foreground. By the time of this photo, this fish had already spawned. Snow collects on its humped back as it waits to die.

With darkness approaching I hooked one in a small current break.

A ferocious fight ensued as the trout battled me back and forth across the current.

We landed this beauty bull trout, snapped a photo, unhooked her and then watched her swim away.

The snow was so deep on the drive home along the logging road that it piled up at the front bumper and on the hood. Every few minutes we had to stop to clear it away, otherwise it flew up onto the windshield and the wipers, even on panic speed, couldn't keep the sightlines clear.
Nice looking photo's. But why is it, in every one of yours, you have this cheesy grin? Must have been some fight with that fish if you could keep stopping for photo opp's.
C'ya tomorrow
You call that fun?! Well I suppose it's good that the world is made up of...ahhh..interesting (albeit, slightly bent) people.
Here's to being BENT!
FlashMurphy