While my companion was dozing in the delicious early-summer sunshine, I saw a canoe come gliding downstream and was intrigued by the sight of one of its occupants who was looking into what looked like a partly submerged box hung over the boat’s side, whilst his colleague steered the boat. By early afternoon, after an excellent riverside lunch, Topher decided he would recharge his batteries and took a well-earned nap on the grassy banks.
Topher and I fished hard, sending cast after cast whistling across the gorgeous, gleaming waters, but to no avail.
We were out early to fish the “Bonnie” before the sun was on the water.
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