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The banks are grassy. The water, clear. Same as home, but it’s sheep I hear on the banks instead of cows. I can almost fool myself into thinking I’m fishing Idaho’s Henry’s Fork. Almost. There are no trees. Iceland is bare of branches. That’s different. My home water has trees. Without trees, fishing floats on the verge of creepy. Creepy quiet. It’s so quiet without leaves moving, you hear your ears ring and your heart beat. Mine’s beating fast.
I’ve come halfway around the world to catch a fish I’ve never touched in Idaho. Salmon. The Atlantic kind.
Read all about it in the April 2019 edition of East Idaho Outdoors.