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The Margaree River is about as holy a place as I\u2019ve ever found for fishing. It meanders along the curve of the land, creating deep pools with long stretches of shallow waters cascading above the rocks, interrupted only by islands of loose gravel that poke through the surface and make a great foothold from which to cast your fly.<\/p>\n

The banks of the river can be marshy, with long grasses that bend in the direction of the wind, but there are also stretches of sandy shore, perfect for a rest. At this time of year, with the autumn leaves shimmering gold, red, and orange, you can\u2019t quite believe the beauty.<\/p>\n

We picked a spot I knew of, a little off the beaten track, and set up our equipment on the shore. We even had a small propane stove to make tea, and camping chairs to ease our legs later in the day. Bridie opened her tackle box and showed me how she had organized her flies.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no real system to it. It\u2019s more colour-coordinated, which sounds very girly, but I like it like that, so call me crazy.\u201d \u201cEveryone has their own system. Let\u2019s go.\u201d We waded out into a section of river that came up to our knees. It made things a bit easier. I went over the technique of fly fishing and made Bridie cast her line several times before I went downstream to give her space. At first, she made the classic mistake of overreaching with the rod. \u201cRemember,\u201d I shouted, \u201cit\u2019s more of a flick!<\/p>\n

Like taking a whip to a horse.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t ever whip a horse, Pops!\u201d she shouted back. She kept asking me questions for the first hour, but eventually she realized that it didn\u2019t matter if she cast it perfectly.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2018, Lesley Crewe All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission from the publisher, or, in the case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, permission from Access Copyright, 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900, Toronto, Ontario M5E 1E5. Vagrant Press is an imprint of Nimbus Publishing Limited 3660 Strawberry Hill Street, Halifax, NS, B3K 5A9 (902) 455-4286 nimbus.ca Printed and bound in Canada Cover design: Heather Bryan Interior Design: Jenn Embree NB1391 This story is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, incidents, and places, including organizations and institutions, either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Crewe, Lesley, 1955-, author Beholden \/ Lesley Crewe. Issued in print and electronic formats. ISBN 978-1-77108-656-1 (softcover). \u2014ISBN 978-1-77108-657-8 (HTML) I. Title. PS8605.R48B44 2018 C813\u2019.6 C2018-902861-0 C2018-902862-9 Nimbus Publishing acknowledges the financial support for its publishing activities from the Government of Canada, the Canada Council for the Arts, and from the Province of Nova Scotia.<\/p>\n

We are pleased to work in partnership with the Province of Nova Scotia to develop and promote our creative industries for the benefit of all Nova Scotians. 1kitap1.com\/en For the grandmother I never knew, Bridget O\u2019Gorman 1kitap1.com\/en Prologue 1950 It was habit now, that George switched off his car\u2019s headlights when he turned from the main highway and travelled along the dirt laneway to Nell\u2019s house at the top of the hill.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one needs to know our business,\u201d she\u2019d say. \u201cThe town gossips seek fuel for their fire every morning, and I won\u2019t give them the satisfaction.\u201d It was nearly nine o\u2019clock, and the stars were beginning to peek out from behind the clouds on this warm night in mid-September. George had spent the day fishing in one of his favourite spots just outside St. Peter\u2019s, Cape Breton. Whenever his busy medical practice allowed it, he\u2019d leave his family in Sydney and travel back to his hometown to spend a day or two by the river.<\/p>\n

River water was the finest water there was, as far as George was concerned.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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