He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

Norman Maclean, (A River Runs Through It).

My friend David.

The Margaree river

In August '95, we visited my friend David and his wife Pat. They showed us a lot of Nova Scotia. There was time for fishing too and we had a great time at the St Mary's, the Margaree and some other places. While we were fishing the St Mary's a pair of ospreys was soaring above us. But we didn't see any salmon or brooktrout. Bob and I got a few little fish that looked like chubb.

Pikeweed.

At the trout hole

At the Forks Pool we saw a good number of salmon, but no brook trout. We met a nice couple who advised us to go to another river in the area.

The Forks Pool at the Margaree.

A few brooktrout grabbed the nymph.

Early next morning I tried it on that river. The place turned out to be a nice spot, only the lenght of the stretch where fishing was allowed was only about 100 yards long. Then a chain was put over the river, beyond which fishing was prohibited. There was a large shoal of brooktrout waiting to run upstream.

A bald eagle passed by at 50 yards range. A few brookies could be tempted to grab the goldhead pheasanttail. It is a beautiful fish and they were released after taking a picture. From the conversation with other anglers, it became clear that catch and release is not yet common practice everywhere.

The Margaree Salmon Museum, located at North East Margaree, certainly worth a visit. There is much to see, like a lot of old splitcane and greenheart rods, antique reels, paintings, old flies and an aquarium with parr, smolts and a few brookies.