I was emailing back and forth with an uncle who retired quite a few years ago in the Nanoose Bay area and he told me of a goal he set for himself at the tender age of 76. He was inspired by a long time fishing buddy who accomplished the feat himself a few years ago. Now, with not as many fishing buddies left to hit the salt with, he is on a mission to catch at least one legal size Salmon in each month of this calendar year. I had not heard of this until a couple of days ago when he informed me that he is officially 6 for 6 and half way to achieving his goal.
His declaration got me thinking about what an amazing part of the world we live in that allows one to fish, and potentially catch, this brawny species any time of the year and I was reminded of the time he first introduced me, as a wide eyed 7 year old from the prairies, to the magnificence of the Pacific Ocean. My aunt and uncle lived in Powell River at the time and it was my first visit to the west coast. The tidal pools below the rock cliff their house was perched on were a constant source of wonder for me and my brother and sister, but the chance to go fishing was the highlight for sure. I don't really recall reeling in a Salmon on that trip but for a little kid who had only cast spoons for Pike or jigged for Perch and Walleye, this was a whole new world. And while my Dad and my uncle may have thought I wasn't quite ready to tame a Salmon on the end of the reel, I will never forget the feeling of landing the 14 lb. Yellow Eye that my aunt turned into the best fish and chips I have ever tasted. I am forever grateful for his kind introduction to fishing on the west coast.
I will update this as he moves through the last half of the year and am wondering how many of you have attempted or completed this feat?
His declaration got me thinking about what an amazing part of the world we live in that allows one to fish, and potentially catch, this brawny species any time of the year and I was reminded of the time he first introduced me, as a wide eyed 7 year old from the prairies, to the magnificence of the Pacific Ocean. My aunt and uncle lived in Powell River at the time and it was my first visit to the west coast. The tidal pools below the rock cliff their house was perched on were a constant source of wonder for me and my brother and sister, but the chance to go fishing was the highlight for sure. I don't really recall reeling in a Salmon on that trip but for a little kid who had only cast spoons for Pike or jigged for Perch and Walleye, this was a whole new world. And while my Dad and my uncle may have thought I wasn't quite ready to tame a Salmon on the end of the reel, I will never forget the feeling of landing the 14 lb. Yellow Eye that my aunt turned into the best fish and chips I have ever tasted. I am forever grateful for his kind introduction to fishing on the west coast.
I will update this as he moves through the last half of the year and am wondering how many of you have attempted or completed this feat?