A once plentiful salmon fishery
It’s story now told in relics .
Abandoned boats and piers, rusted moorings.
The coaching inn walls adorned with reminders.
Ephemera all that is left.
A gift of nature also hangs by a thread
Awaiting the final ill conceived step to extinction.
The smallest glimmer of hope, salvation,
Flashes from the lone grilse flank,
Strong and enduring in it’s struggle for life.
So close to the tipping point in it’s Herculean voyage ,
Finally to the spawning ground
As short sighted humans, greed, unchallenged predators
Clamber to end it , land the tragic fatal blow.
It’s late in the day for a change of heart,
But perhaps not yet over?
A.T.F.
Argyll Trout Fisher 