Dry Spell

 

(A writing to Dewey Gillespie from a very respected friend AJH)
Black and Yellow

 

           The dry spell means miserable time for the salmon.  The rivers dwindle and the riverbeds become bleakly bright with bare rocks glistening powder dry in the sun.  The salmon huddle at the heads of pools where the little bit of current can be found, or they crowd against one another to feel the soothing flow of cooler water from a trickle that was once a feeder brook.  They leap little in such times, and few, if any, of them will move to chase a fly.

          In a dry spell, fishing for salmon is “Loves Labour Lost” – a wooden dog seducing a football.