Dream Trip to Labrador

Last year I was able to take a trip - of - a - lifetime to the coast of Labrador--

Labrador Trip

The Sand Hill River is just south of Cartright, about 160 miles east of Goose Bay.

We flew out of Goose Bay in this single Otter
On the return trip, we has a Twin Otter-- much more room.

The view inside the single otter. All our gear is on the left.... human cargo on the right.
Labrador from the air.... 160 miles of NOTHING... I loved it.

Sand Hill River
Gander River guide boat built by one of the guides (Jim). Incredible boat.

Cabin Pool
Falls Pool

The drying shed... all gear was left here overnight with a small fire in the stove to dry.
Doug and Jannette off to fish--- Russ is guiding.

A nice salmon... this is Darren... the fish was caught by Dave Ripley.
One of my fish jumping. Dave got this photo-- amazing luck.

A small grilse... but REALLY fun, because I got him on a dry fly... you can see the white wulff in the mouth.
Looking upstream.

We were told we would get tired of catching big brook trout. I wouldn't believe it. But it was true. After a hundred or so, we were pretty much devoted exclusively to salmon.
The guides treated the trout as a trash fish. Terry was heard to say "... Is that a fish or is it a trout"?"...after one of the group hooked a 16" brookie... They considered them "parr-eaters"... which is true enough... but EVERYONE liked to eat them now and then. Here is dinner.

	The Sand Hill River is just south of Cartright, about 160 miles east of Goose Bay.
We flew out of Goose Bay in this single Otter	On the return trip, we has a Twin Otter-- much more room.
The view inside the single otter. All our gear is on the left.... human cargo on the right.	Labrador from the air.... 160 miles of NOTHING... I loved it.
Sand Hill River	Gander River guide boat built by one of the guides (Jim). Incredible boat.
Cabin Pool	Falls Pool
The drying shed... all gear was left here overnight with a small fire in the stove to dry.	Doug and Jannette off to fish--- Russ is guiding.
A nice salmon... this is Darren... the fish was caught by Dave Ripley.	One of my fish jumping. Dave got this photo-- amazing luck.
A small grilse... but REALLY fun, because I got him on a dry fly... you can see the white wulff in the mouth.	Looking upstream.
We were told we would get tired of catching big brook trout. I wouldn't believe it. But it was true. After a hundred or so, we were pretty much devoted exclusively to salmon.	The guides treated the trout as a trash fish. Terry was heard to say "... Is that a fish or is it a trout"?"...after one of the group hooked a 16" brookie... They considered them "parr-eaters"... which is true enough... but EVERYONE liked to eat them now and then. Here is dinner.