The first image is a
view
of Labrador's beautiful Minipi Lake from the porch of the Lodge. The
second
is a cascade entering the Minipi River gorge. The third through the
eighth
images are a series of beautiful Minipi Lake sunsets taken on
successive
evenings. The ninth is an unconscionable picture of two fuel barrels of
the many hundreds dumped and abandoned with other debris by American
and
Canadian Military forces after training exercises in 1956 at the
otherwise
pristine Shango Bay. The tenth is one of early evening reflections on
Minipi
Lake. The eleventh shows reflections of mirror-like Minipi Lake after
the
disastrous forest fire of 1999. The twelfth picture is a huge yet
typical
Minipi Brown Drake (Hexagenia limbata) hatch. The thirteenth is a
picture
of a DeHavilland Beaver flying over Battle Lake in Alaska. The
fourteenth
is another fisherman (Mr. Grizzly) on the bank of the Battle River. The
fifteenth shows a successful Mr. Bear eating a Sockeye Salmon. The
sixteenth
picture shows Sockeye Salmon moving up the Battle River towards Battle
Lake. The seventeenth picture shows my son Steve observing the awesome
mystery. The eighteenth picture is a view of the spectacular, misty
Battle
Lake. The nineteenth image is a twelve pound Rainbow Trout about
to be released back into the Battle River. The next two pictures show
the
"dynamic duo", Steven and his old man, first on the shores of
Battle
Lake in Alaska and then on a bluff overlooking the Minipi River in
Labrador.
The twenty-second image is an incomparable Dave Footer mount of a
beautiful
10 pound 14 ounce Minipi Arctic Charr (Salvelinus alpinus). The next
photo
shows Steve about to release yet another gorgeous Minipi Brookie so
that
it too can continue the unending cycle! The last image is another
Footer
mount of a Minipi Brookie against his backdrop painting of the Minipi
Gorge.
The Mayfly is the Minipi Green Drake, Hexagenia rigida, and its
imitation
in my fly-tying vise.



Mystery
In Labrador, the deepest, darkest Lakes,
In Alaska, the sweet watered Battle River clearly flows
From the greenest Mountains high above
Until Winter’s whitest Snows
Blanket the sleeping Grizzly Bears beneath;
Summer’s Sockeye Salmon, chased by Rainbows,
Run in from Oceans far away
To leave their Young to fend for themselves
And yet no one truly knows
If they, in turn, will return once more
To repeat the unending Cycle
Of Life and Death and Life, and I suppose
It may be just as God had planned!
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