Bears at the Falls

With the opening of the gates at Estabrook, a flood of salmon moved upstream to the Kletzsch Park falls. Here the river has a flow of 441 cfs and the holes are loaded. The same cast of characters that I see every year were here, like bears, drawn to the salmon out of an inner compulsion. This lineup is a strict pecking order and it is not only rude but impossible to step in. One must wait one's turn. The pent up fishing lusts must be slaked.

The other side of the falls. Here are interlopers--guys I didn't know-- and would just as soon throw a stone at than let them get in my way. I'm sure they felt the same about me. Their placement is all off, too. Several of these guys looked like real goons who needed a good drubbing.