(Ok, so I stole the title from a tune that the
Manhattan Transfer did a few years ago).
By Chris Chin, Bay Comeau, Quebec, Canada
I used to think that I had a mild dependence on coffee,
...until I met Jim and Deanna this summer that is.
The preparation of coffee as a beverage has been
around for quite some time apparently (at least
as early as the 9th century in the Middle East).
Since that time, it has become one of the most
widely used consumer beverages in the world (after
water, actually tea is the most often sought after
Personally, a morning stroll down a trail to a run or
pool just isn't the same without a mug of mojo. I don't
usually use a thermos. I prefer to perk a pot of the
magical elixir on the tail gate of the truck or picnic
table. (The stove top espresso maker is just to small
to make enough brew for the ever present friends,
visitors and Wardens who drop by for a chat and a mug).
Somehow, I think the aroma of a perking coffee pot
drifting through the spruce forest on a mist laden
dawn just completes the picture (in my mind's eye).
Since it's pretty difficult to cast while holding a
mug of coffee, it's also a fine excuse to slow down
and scout out a pool properly. (well, ...I seem to
remember Jim actually casting and fishing with one
hand and holding the ever present travel mug in the
Mario Fillion – scouting Glass Pool on a cool July 2002 morning
Since salmon fishing on our home waters is a pretty
social event, one can often find us lounging around
a look out, sharing a coffee and rotating on a
particularly active pool. Not the type of fishing
for everyone, but a fine way to spend a morning with
This past summer, I was out on the lookout on the
#23. I had just released a small salmon and decided
to brew up a new pot of coffee. Three friends dropped
in and one of them decided to try a few drops. About
the same time, two tourists pull up and stroll out to
see what's up.
About five minutes into his run a medium sized salmon
ripped the fly from the surface and started up a local
"Air Show." Running and leaping up and down the run,
my friend was pretty busy keeping a tight line while
trying not to break off on a 6 lb tippet.
Ten minutes into the battle, I call down from above:
"Jay,...I hope you don't need help, 'cause the coffee
is ready and we don't want it to get cold."
The two tourists looked over at me with the most incredulous
"You aren't going to go down and help him?"
I replied, "Well, he'll be at it another 20 minutes
or so in this cold water. He can always break off
if he wants his coffee right away."
Coffee as it is prepared in North America isn't
the best in the world, but the company makes up
for this mild short fall.
If you're ever in our neck of the woods, stop for
a chat. The coffee's always fresh.
~ Christopher Chin - Bay Comeau, Quebec
Chris Chin is originally from Kamloops,
British Columbia. He has been fly fishing
on and off ever since he was 10 years old.
Chris became serious about the sport within
the last 10 years.
"I'm a forest engineer by day and part time
guide on the Ste-Marguerite River here in
central Quebec. I've been fishing this river
for about 10 years now and started guiding
about 5 years ago when the local guide's
association sort of stopped functioning."
Chris guides mostly for sea run brook trout
and about 30% of the time for Atlantic Salmon.
"I often don't even charge service fees, as
I'm more interested in promoting the river
than making cash. I like to get new comers
to realize that salmon fishing is REALLY for
anyone who cares to try it. Tradition around
here makes some of the old clan see Salmon
fishing as a sport for the rich. Today our
shore lunches are less on the cucumber sandwich
side and more toward chicken pot pie and Jack
Chris is 42 years old as of this writing. He
is of Chinese origin although his parents were
born and raised in Jamaica. He has a girlfriend,
Renée. "She and her 12 year old son Vincent
started fly fishing with me in October 2002."
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