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Five A.M. on a mid-June morning, and
we arrive on the dock in Victoria, British Columbia's
Inner Harbour. Already, there's activity on the water,
with the sounds of outboard engines driving charter
boats out into the brightening dawn.
We're met by Steve Hepburn, the affable owner of Riptide
Charters. "We've got beer, bait, fresh coffee, and pop….it's
all we need. Let's go!" As we step aboard Steve's 23-foot
Bayliner Trophy sportfisher, I'm impressed with the
careful preparation that's evident as we look around.
He's been on board since four A.M., making sure that
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We slip out of the harbour. Over a steaming, and welcomed, cup
of coffee, the conversation turns to a 112-pound halibut that
had come in the previous day. But we're here to fish salmon,
and the word is they're hitting west of Victoria. 30 minutes
later we decrease speed as we arrive at Church Rock, a small,
barren island just offshore between Pedder Bay and Sooke Basin.
One other boat is working the area, and over the radio we soon
learn that moments earlier they had landed a Chinook "in the
high 20's".
That's a good enough sign for us, and Steve busies himself
getting the tackle into the water. It's been some time since
I last hooked a salmon. Four years, at least, and that was
in the Queen Charlottes, where unguided fishing can be the
norm. To sit back and relax while someone else handles all
the handwork is a forgotten treat, and Steve wastes no time
in sending down two anchovies on teasers, and a Cop Car Coyote
spoon. The electric downriggers position the bait at ten foot
intervals, descending from 40 feet.
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magic unique to a sunrise seen from on the water, and
today is no exception. The morning light bores through
the clouds draped across the horizon, framing Church
Rock and the wooded shoreline beyond in the arc of the
rod bent over to the pull of the cannon ball weights
below. "This is why I fish", I lie to myself, "just
to be in a spot like this. Fish are just a bonus". The
depth finder marks the odd fish.
"Fish on!", and now we're all working furiously. The
two other lines are retrieved, and after a brief stint,
what looked like a 10 to 12 pound salmon unceremoniously
spits the hook, leaving us all staring into the deep
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"Well, now we know they're still around" we console ourselves,
and disappointment quickly turns to a renewed sense of expectation.
Steve offers more coffee and tends to the Yamaha kicker.
Another hour of comfortable trolling through the one-foot
chop and Steve declares, "That's it! We're going to Otter
Point for some civilized fishing!" Within brief minutes, the
gear is retrieved and we're coursing further westward along
the coastline. Beechey Head, Secretary Island and the Trap
Shack, all spots well-known for good production around Southern
Vancouver Island, disappear behind us, and soon we're repositioned
among several other boats at Otter Point, working back and
forth off Gordon's Beach.
The depth finder marks plenty of bait, and several fish.
It's soon evident that Steve's made the right call, as we
watch with envy as boat after boat is playing and landing
ocean-bright salmon under the now clear and sunny skies. We
talk, we watch, we assure one another that it won't be long.
The sun beats down. No one will say it, but the time to return
is closing in on us.
I'm on the kicker, watching the finder, when Steve leaps
up, grabs the rod behind me, and sets the hook deep into the
mouth of the Chinook that has just ripped the line from the
clip that held it to the down rigger. Steve hands me the rod,
and all at once the memories come flooding back as the adrenalin
streams into my system. The fish breaks the surface and the
flasher spins wildly in the sun light for a moment before
they both plunge downward again. I crank relentlessly on the
Shimano Charter Special, while the tip of the Berkeley Roughneck
rod shakes violently.

Two solid runs and a mouthful of blue language
later, and Steve has our prize in the net. Over the side rolls
a brilliantly silver 20-pound Chinook, and the joy I sense
again after four years away from this experience is complete.
Agreeing that we had accomplished what we set
out to do, Steve stows the gear, gets everything shipshape
again, and slips the fish into the locker for the ride home.
Upon arrival at the dock, he's quick to get it onto the scales
and the cleaning table. A few minutes later, and we're on
our way home, still buzzing from the exhilaration of the entire
morning.
Steve Hepburn has been at the charter business
for over four years. His background as a hotel manager and
restaurateur, combined with his life-long passion for the
outdoors, qualify him perfectly for his charter operation.
Guides have sometimes been known to be in the game to enhance
their personal reputations and records, often at the expense
of their concern for the client. Steve is the diametric opposite:
a capable fisherman with a great attitude, and the well-being,
success, and enjoyment of his customer as his focus.
You can reach Riptide Fishing Charters at 250.383.5763.
Steve's cell phone number is 250.213.8004, and his e-mail
address is shepburn@home.com
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On the web, Click here to go to Riptide
Fishing Charters.
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