I'm a fisherman!
There's nothing I love better than a few days on the West Coast with a bunch of buddies, fishing for that great Canadian sport fish, wild Chinnook Salmon. This has been an annual event for the last 4-5 years, with the same core group of guys, and each year there's a couple of newcomers in the group, replacing the inevitable drop outs.
This is very much a guys trip. A quick flight out to the coast, a couple of rental pick up trucks, then a 2 hour trip along the windiest beggar of a road imaginable, until we arrive at this tiny little logging and fishing town, right on the West Coast of the island.
A couple of charter boats await and our abode for the next few days, a residental house that the charter outfit owns, and that has been converted into a "bunkhouse", 3 bedrooms each sleeping 4 in bunks, so all 12 of us can fit in reasonable comfort.
Bunks are fine, but they do pose a problem if you're a snorer......


This was a boys fishing trip, remember? Of course along with the groceries there had been a stop at the liquor store, and the good time, lies and fishing stories flowed freely around the inveitable poker game that night, and I do recall kinda stumbling a bit as I crawled into the bunk.
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MiraNov 17, 2012
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