The morning air was a crisp 53 degrees as the sun peeked through the pine forest on the ridge east of the river. A refreshing change from the near 100-degree midday temperatures we'd been having each day. While eating breakfast, grazing through wild blackberries and crunchy granola I brought along, I hiked the short trail from our dredge camp to the bluff overlooking the river where we had been dredging. The air had a pleasant, faint smell of forest vegetation, damp earth and river water. As I gazed down into the river, I remembered the large salmon I had photographed swimming there in the dredge hole after we stopped dredging the evening before. I was impressed with the size of that fish and how quickly, after we finished for the day, she'd come to hang out in our dredge hole.
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