A fresh day, almost too hot out, and it smelled fishy at the outlet of the last lake into the Delta River proper. I broke out my little spinning rig, tied on a yellow Rooster Tail (I had already swapped out that nasty treble hook for a single, clinched the barb too) and promptly caught 5 Grayling on my first 5 casts. It was too early in the day to keep them for dinner, thus the single clinched barb hook.
It's not too far down the river before we hit the portage trail, which wanders...