The descent



Father and son casting hopefully on the river.

  I suppose in the vast order of things one must sometimes descend through hell in order to get to heaven - and then go back again.
I didn't plan it that way, but a few years ago I wrote an article entitled the 'Pools of Heaven' describing the clear brilliant turquoise holding areas of massive bull trout on an incomparably pristine stretch of river that held massive wild westslope cutthroat, a veritable Eden for reclusive fly fishers.