
Ivan Tarin of Salvelinus Fishing Adventures with a muscular rainbow that fell for a streamer in a Pyrenees tailwater.
All photos by Sandy Hays
The diesel Volkswagen van chugged indefatigably upward through the switchbacks, as we climbed into the low-hanging clouds. Soon we couldn’t even see the rain-soaked green valley below, and our world became focused on the steep, rutted farm path in front of us. Occasionally, a group of cows blocked our progress, their bells clanging loudly in the stillness, and Ivan would creep forward slowly to avoid pushing one off the edge. The end of the road was a saddle between two peaks, and when we hopped out, the air was damp and cold. As we donned fleece and raingear, Sandy and I exchanged skeptical looks; could there really be. . .
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