It had been a while since we took a John Bryant trip. I had taken Joe fishing there last year as part of another forced manly right of passage, with limited results. But much of the good fishing always lay on the far side of the river, and the bridge which crossed it had collapsed some 10 years ago, before Alana had even been born. As evidence, I just so happen to have an old photo of a successful catch, former bridge in background:
I recall the bridge being high and rickedy. It was unsettling to cross and I wasn’t surprised when it collapsed. But every time I fished there after, I checked the bridge status, and every time, it was simply chained off.
Then, Dad visited for the 4th of July weekend, and as per tradition we went to the river. And surprisingly, a sign on the trail announced the new bridge! Good fishing would be open again at long last!
Anyway, here’s some fish!:
A lot of bluegills and rock bass. All that sweating wasn’t for naught.
–Simon