I was looking for an old photograph on my hard drive, when I stumbled across this. I have no recollection of where I found it, so I can’t link to source.
It’s a very detailed and cleverly put together. Quite helpful to newbie anglers.
So whether it’s rainbow trout, brookies, salmon or brown trout you are looking for, whip out your thermometer, and go fishing.
Ontario Fish: Water Temperature Preferences
Every time I walk along the river, in the heart of sprawling suburbia, I am always amazed at what it has to offer to hikers, kayakers, canoeists, birdwatchers and anglers.
I live in downtown Toronto. But whenever I happen to be in the vicinity of the river on business, I make it a point to go under the bridge.
Down in the ravine, I forget that I am just 20 to 30 minutes away from downtown Toronto.
The float fishermen, a fixture on southern Ontario rivers, were out today looking for the chinooks and steelhead.
It can be a gruesome experience.
There is often little finesse involved and a lot tramping through the river.
Today, however, it made a nice scene.
Heading to the bridge
Searching
Fishing under the bridge
Below the bridge.
The scene at the bridge!
We took a delightful bicycle ride along the Humber River yesterday, the same day hordes of equally delightfully dressed men and women walked to raise money for find a cure to end breast cancer.
I remarked to myself on how lucky we were that we could take the subway to the river, and how much potential the river had. There are parts the river that can be naturalized more , out of date weirs that can be removed, and much more love afforded a river that was the source of so much history when it came to the founding of Toronto and the lives of its original native inhabitants.
The Old Mill stone bridge, built in 1916, a popular spot for lazy salmon fisherman looked absolutely lovely from a distance.
A little girl sits on a log and observes a poacher, across the river, visible in white, fishing the no-fishing zone near the first weir. Some people will never learn.
Someone left an intriguing urn by the river. My first thought was that it contained human ashes.
On closer look, it was sealed. I left it alone. Hopefully the person who left it there comes back for it.
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Have Fly Will Fish 