Strung Magazine - Vol. 2 - 1: The Fly Fishing Issue

Page 34

“Every day a new campsite and a new section

and stood outside next to our young cook’s

of water,” explained Wild Salmon Center

helper Vladimir, joining him for a cigarette. I

not want me to, I am dead.”

President Guido Rahr to our group of celebrity

tried to explain to him what was going on in

clients. This trip we had the owner of a

there. The meeting didn’t end, and we talked

national news network in the U.S., and the

for a long while. When I inquired about his

little droplets of vodka. The owner of CNN was

past president of the World Bank among

pencil-thin legs, he lifted his shirt to reveal a

up, and I asked him if he needed anything.

The next morning I awoke early, perspiring

our guests. Guido went on to explain how

depression in his belly, under the right ribcage.

With a large hand he waved me off, holding a

this operation was not only a fly fisherman’s

It seemed to go all the way back to his spine

satellite phone to his ear with the other mitt.

dream, but also a conservation program

and was big enough to fit a fist into. His chest

His assistant informed me later that he made

funded by the anglers who purchased these

and belly were a mess of twisted skin. He’d

a habit of calling his ex-wife, and good friend,

trips. He explained how the guides were

spent years in a wheelchair, he told me.

almost every morning. I headed over to the

taking scale samples and recording every fish caught, using the most modern methods to reduce harm to these wild rainbows. The

cook tent to make sure the chefs were up and “My friend,” he explained. “He shoot me with

making coffee. Then I hiked down to the river in

Kalashnikov with barrel right here.” He used

my waders with my Spey rod for a morning fish.

data was then sent back to the U.S. to help

his index finger as a barrel and held it close

figure out how to produce a healthy, natural

to his body.

population of fish in our own rivers, damaged by numerous human activities. He was

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“God save me. I have reason to live now. If God

The river had disappeared in fog. Standing waist deep and listening to the rolling and

“Ve war young, and drink much vodka.” A solemn

gurgling of the water felt like being in some

presenting slides on a screen, and showing

mood came over him. A bit of anger flashed

kind of sensory deprivation chamber. Giant

all the Wild Salmon Center’s operations

in his eye, and then the expression on his face

flat boulders poked out beneath the fog,

throughout Russia. I exited the cook house

changed. A look of relief swept over his face.

giving the whole scene a very ancient feel.

STRUNG MAGAZINE

SPRING 2020


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