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2010 Log This is the thirteenth year of my on-line logbook (I'll be 70 this year). I started it in the hope that readers would enjoy the goings-on that take place during my time on the river. I hoped they would take note of the hatches and my successful imitations and apply this information to their own rivers. I hoped it would open their eyes to the fact that my log is not all about hooking fish. I hope they can see that it is a window into the passion that my friends and I have for the outdoors. Please do not abuse this information by overfishing and do not make the mistake of putting yourself before the fish. All fish in this log are released.    Temperatures are in Centigrade Click here for last years logbook.
On a river without a fly rod I'm a tourist. Rod in hand I become something else. David James Duncan	Feb. 5. Air temp -14. Cloudy Last night we watched a recently purchased documentary entitled Trout Grass. If this doesn't make you want to buy a bamboo rod then I don't know what will. To quote the cover..."This unique film documents the transformation of bamboo from a hardy species of grass into a meticulously crafted split-cane fly rod. Shot on location in the lush forests of Southern China and the majestic rivers of Montana." Narrated by David James Duncan, author of The River Why.	Bamboo, it has been said, is something to everyone, and everything to some. David James Duncan
	Jan. 23. Air temp -10. Sunny If only you could see our backyard. It's like Grand Central Station. There's tracks going every which way. Mostly squirrels and the neighbours cats plus a smattering of deer and rabbits. The deer were at the bottom of the yard this morning. Tied up a couple of Adams parachutes the other day. I've never tried them before but they are included in Tom Lee's bakers dozen
Of all the hardware a fisherman carries with him to the stream, his timepiece is the least important. Paul Quinnet	Jan. 20. Air temp 1. Blowing snow This is the hand I ended up with at our bi-monthly Hearts card game last night. I was only missing the five and eight of hearts. Didn't do me any good though. Six deer, three does and three fawns, crossed the road in front of me when I was driving home yesterday. Unlike the last time this happened I had plenty of time to stop (the last time one of them went under the front of the car but came up unscathed).
	Jan. 1. Air temp -3. Last night we watched part of season 5 of the Newfoundland Sportsman Show. Today we did our traditional New Years day walk up the river. A light snow was falling with the wind out of the North. The puddles were frozen solid. The river was quite high with an assortment of natures frozen sculptures dotted here and there. My new knee endured the four kilometre walk without pain.
	Dec. 25 Well, I guess there's not much more we need in the way of fly-fishing equipment so we ended up with nothing unusual except for the Doulton figurine which is is entitled "What a Catch" (it was given to us by a friend). Mind you, the toe is worn through on the right foot of my two year old wading boot so I guess I'll just have to go to the fishing store sometime soon. Oh well.	The first sign of snow is almost traumatic to Ted but he rallies with the thought that if winter comes, can Spring-fishing be far behind. Doris Ewart
	Dec. 24. 2009 To remind us of how much we miss Newfoundland we had a supper of fish (salt cod) and brewis (hard bread) with scrunchions (fatback pork). Not a crumb was left on our plates and the fat was running down our chins. For desert we had a tablespoon of Potters malt extract with cod liver oil.