Nina River
We pack up from the Hut and head back from whence we came, stopping along the pretty little Nina River. WE hike for a long ways without seeing anything; then, in the best pool in the river, we find 4 or 5 of the beasts, including one that might in my humble estimation have gone 15 lbs., who knows – about 2 ˝ feet long and thick as my leg. The good weather is slipping away as well as we head up the valley of the Upper Grey to Dave and Eileen O’Donnell’s “farm stay”. Oh, by the way, no luck with any of the fish.
