I attack the course carefully because of the heavy and deep gravel, there is little grip until I reach the halfway point of Glen Cove where the surface once again becomes Tarmac.

Where 50-kilogram king salmon once fought their way up waterfalls to lay their eggs in gravel beds, there now are only concrete walls holding back still water and deep beds of muddy deposits.

No matter how deep the drainage, Tan, well, as long as the light is good, fish, gravel, silk pattern visible.