When I planned the trip earlier in the year, I was told the late May week I’d booked was typically in the heart of the annual striped-bass run. I heard stories of anglers hooking a hen and when they stuck the net into the water, two bucks jumped in after her. As the old adage goes, I was to expect so many fish feeding topwater that I’d be able to walk across the river and not get my boots wet. It wasn’t unusual to put more than 100 stripers in your boat, they said.
Salmon has been king on this Canadian river for millennia—what happens when another species takes over?
by Robert Annis - Thursday, Oct 2nd, 2025