The moon was high and the morning still dark blue as I left my house to drive an hour-and-a-half toward the Salmon River, in Pulaski. There I met my fishing guide for the day, Eric Henderson, of Combat Fishing. We shimmied into waders and donned headlamps before walking a short distance to the rocky shore stretch of the town pool, located under and near the bridge within the village.
When we arrived most of the riverbank had already been claimed by fishermen quicker than us. We exchanged morning greetings with other anglers as we waited for timers to go off, letting us know it was time to cast a line.
