“Reports of My Death Are Greatly Exaggerated.”

Not me, thankfully, but much to our delight, the Chinook salmon of the Muskegon River might well quote America’s river bard, Mark Twain.  Greater in number, larger, and in better condition than in recent years, our salmon fishery has proved a most pleasant surprise.  Heavy rain over last weekend spurred a major push of salmon and steelhead up the MO, and today, my good friends, Bob and Ron, were the beneficiaries.  Then, too, as if the plenitude of fish weren’t enough to make it a special day, Michigan’s fall colors are peaking—plus with an almost ethereal morning fog that later gave way to chamber of commerce sunshine—the atmospherics were terrific, as was the fly fishing.

Again today, I was humbled by the privilege of guiding on our home river, the Muskegon, and hosting two guys whose passion for the out-of-doors and fly fishing in particular revs me up every time they get into my boat.  Bob poses streamside with a male about as bright as they come when up river, and Ron hangs on to a battle scarred buck that fought flat-out angry.

All in all, a most memorable and enjoyable day!

Captain Tom Kuieck

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