The ocean water up Indian Arm north of Vancouver was “boiling” with pink salmon making their way up the fjord to spawn. You could see them jumping from the dock and it looked like easy pickings. We motored up to a spot near where Silver Falls trickles into the ocean and started casting toward shore, counting to 10 while the lure sank toward the bottom.
My first catch? A red jellyfish. My second? A tiny, spiny rock fish. All around me other fisherfolk were netting giant pink salmon so I kept casting until, at last, I hooked one. A five-minute battle ensued where the fish tried his hardest to swim free, while I got the best arm workout of the trip. Avery netted him then back at the dock, I gutted him and bagged him. Guess what’s for dinner?
I caught him and Avery netted him. He’s almost as big as she is!
Gutting a fish is actually pretty easy and not that yucky. Maybe I missed my calling as a surgeon?
Forget farm-to-fork. I’m all about sea-to-stomach dining after salmon fishing in B.C.!
High: The human-vs-nature adrenalin rush of reeling in a (relatively) big fish.
Low: My arm is still sore!
Outcome: Fishing is fun and somewhat meditative. As a bonus, it often puts dinner on the table.
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